Round 5

As Jeane's voice echoed through the hallway, The Force stilled her footsteps, her gaze fixed on the kitchen where the faint sound of shattering glass seemed to reverberate. The rain drummed against the windows, a relentless beat that underscored the tension building between them. Jeane's hand tightened around the poker, her heart racing with every creak of the old wooden floorboards beneath The Force's feet. "Last chance," Jeane called out, her voice laced with a desperate attempt at bravado, as if the threat of discovery might still be deterred by a semblance of courage.