Round 3

In the dimly lit kitchen, Jeane gripped the brass lamp base tightly, her knuckles white with tension. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway, punctuated by the deliberate, slow steps of an unseen intruder. As The Force approached, her eyes scanned the room, but her gaze passed over Jeane without focus, her attention solely on the potential threat. The air was thick with anticipation as The Force moved cautiously upstairs, gun at the ready, checking each room with a practiced efficiency.

Jeane's voice trembled, "Whoever you are—stay away from me!" She stood between the intruder and the back door, clutching the lamp base like a club, her hands shaking with fear. Her eyes darted toward the kitchen drawer full of knives, a potential escape route, but she kept her focus on the intruder. The Force's movements were silent, almost feline, as she panned the room, her back to the wall.