Round 19

Jeane descended the stairs into the sanctuary slowly, her movements measured despite exhaustion pulling at every muscle. Morning light through stained glass transformed dust motes into floating jewels, painting the room in shifting color. Two women sprawled across the front pew—one stirring groggily, the other unconscious. Silra stood at the base of the stairs with a blade glinting, already reaching for it—a brutal solution that made Jeane's skin crawl despite lingering arousal from last night.

Silra's grip tightened on the knife blade as Hera stirs more actively now, dangerously close to full wakefulness. The odds are shifting—one of them is conscious enough to be a problem, while the other remains unaware in post-coital bliss. Every second that passes increases their exposure risk exponentially. She turned to face Jeane directly, voice low and urgent. You're right about the mess upstairs. But we're not just dealing with witnesses anymore—they're active threats who can alert authorities or worse.

Jeane's crimson eyes flickered between Silra's determined expression and the stirring figures above. We need a better solution than murder in a church, Silra. Think—there must be another way to neutralize them quietly without leaving evidence behind.