Round 10

Silra descends further down the stairs, her movements cautious but deliberate. The gloomy light from above barely reaches this lower level. She eyes both women critically—mother and daughter huddled close, faces streaked with tears and fear. You have thirty seconds to decide if you're going to cooperate peacefully before I lose my patience and things get ugly down here. Jeane's silhouette appears at the top of the stairs behind her—a looming presence even in shadow. A sudden loud crash from upstairs cuts through the tense silence, followed by muffled shouting.

Silra freezes mid-step, her grip tightening on the vial. The younger girl whimpers and tries to pull away, but Silra's hold doesn't budge. Stay still or this will hurt more than necessary. She hisses the words low enough for only them to hear. The commotion upstairs intensifies—more voices joining the chaos now. This is getting out of control fast. We need to...

Jeane descends halfway down the stairs, her movements deliberate and controlled despite the chaos. Her crimson eyes scan the basement scene—Silra restraining one of the women, the other on the floor sobbing, heavy crashes and shouts coming from upstairs. Enough! Her voice cuts through the noise like a knife. She doesn't wait for confirmation but continues downwards, her dark wings half-spread in what might be seen as intimidating or protective posture depending on interpretation. Silra, secure those two and gag them if necessary—they're not leaving until we understand what's happening up there. She doesn't wait for confirmation but continues downwar...