Round 3

Jeane's voice cuts through the morning air with practiced precision, her words calculated to exploit Julia's growing fear. "That car across the street? The person in it could be anyone—a rival, an informant, someone who'd love to see you compromised." She lies smoothly, playing on the woman's fears because desperation demands it. "Julia," Halie interjects softly, her blue-grey eyes filled with genuine concern, "What we need to discuss... it's not something for the street. May we come inside? Just for a moment?" Silra shifts uncomfortably, her teal eyes scanning the surrounding buildings and their countless windows. "This street feels too exposed," she mutters under her breath.*

Julia blinks rapidly, caught off-guard by the directness of Halie's request. She glances around nervously at her would-be visitors—three strange women accosting someone on their own doorstep before breakfast time is inherently suspicious. "I... I don't understand," she stammers, "What could you possibly want to discuss that requires coming inside my apartment?"*