Round 1

In the darkness of the night, Jeane sat in her isolated house, surrounded by the oppressive silence of the pine woods. The cold fireplace cast long shadows across the walls, its presence a reminder of long-forgotten fires. Beside her, the brass lamp cast a warm, if somewhat dim, light on the upholstered chair. As she listened to the creaks of the floorboards in the hall leading to the kitchen and stairwell, a sense of unease settled in. The iron poker leaning against the stone fireplace seemed to loom over her, its cold metal grip a tangible threat.

Jeane's heart hammered in her chest as she stood slowly, the poker clutched tightly in her hand. She moved towards the narrow hall, her senses on high alert for any sign of movement. The air was heavy with the scent of rain and something else - something unsettling and wrong. As she reached the kitchen, a faint beam of light from her flashlight illuminated the space, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

The Force moved swiftly through the darkness, her boots making barely a sound on the kitchen floor. She took in the layout of the room, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. The fireplace poker was within arm's reach, but she knew it would be too heavy to throw far enough. Her gaze swept over the cabinets, the knife block gleaming in the faint light. Two blades were taken, one slid back into her waistband, and the house seemed to hold its breath, the wood shifting softly in the silence.