Round 3

The rain drummed against the windows, a relentless beat that masked any movement within the house. Jeane's grip on the lamp tightened, the heavy brass base a reassuring weight in her hands as she moved swiftly down the narrow hallway. Her bare feet made no sound on the hardwood floor, but the gutters and eaves creaked and groaned in response to the rain, their cacophony a stark contrast to the silence that followed. The Force watched from the shadows, her eyes scanning the space for any sign of her opponent's movement. She noted the chair was empty, a slight relief, but also a reminder that Jeane might be more cunning than she initially seemed.