Round 54

As Sister Hale yanked against her restraints, the cold thing pulling her back seemed to hesitate, its claws scrabbling against stone mere inches from her face. The air was heavy with tension as she twisted her body, trying to get a glimpse of what had its grip on Renn. Her eyes locked onto his frantic form, and she called out again, her voice sharper than she intended. "Renn! Those things aren't coming from the tunnels—you know where they're really coming from!" The brick she'd pried loose clattered to the ground as she strained against her restraints, her fingers digging into the stone wall for purchase. Renn's eyes darted towards her, his face etched with a mix of fear and urgency.