Round 10

Morning light streams through stained glass windows, casting vibrant hues across the dusty sanctuary floor. Two figures lie sprawled on a front pew—one woman stirring groggily, the other still deeply unconscious. The silence feels fragile, ready to shatter at any sudden movement or careless sound.

Halie steps between Silra and the stairs, her arms outstretched in a gesture of peace. "No one dies here today—not on my watch," she says firmly, though her voice trembles slightly. "Not even if it means leaving this place behind." She meets Silra's cold gaze steadily despite the fear coiling in her stomach. "There are lines we shouldn't cross, even for our goals."

Jeane descends the stairs slowly into the sanctuary, each footfall deliberate despite the exhaustion pulling at her limbs. Her crimson eyes scan the scene—two civilians downstairs, two more awake and potentially suspicious upstairs. The situation is delicate, balanced on a knife's edge between peaceful morning and potential disaster.

Silra moves past Jeane toward the stairs with a blade glinting in her hand, ready to deal with the awake civilian threat. Her slim form moves with practiced stealth despite the exhaustion weighing down her movements.