Modern Cult Run 003

The abandoned church offers sanctuary from prying eyes but stirs ancient echoes. Jeane leans against a dusty pew, exhaustion evident yet her gaze sharp and calculating as she surveys the space—its potential for their needs clear: isolation, privacy, a place to rest before the next phase begins. Silra moves to check windows, her fingers tracing frames absently; something amiss prickles her senses.

The muffled voices inside, the presence of someone else nearby—the church feels too big, too exposed despite its isolation. She turns back to face Jeane and Halie, unreadable but tension evident in her shoulders.