Round 4

In the darkness of the house, where rain drummed against the windows like a relentless heartbeat, a presence stirred. The Force moved swiftly through the sitting room, her hooded jacket billowing behind her as she cleared the space with practiced ease. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the empty chair, the cold stone fireplace, and the iron poker leaning against the wall. The brass lamp on the side table caught her attention, its heavy base a potential weapon if needed. She checked the front door, locked, and then turned her attention to the narrow hallway leading to the kitchen, where more options and lines of sight awaited.

The house was quiet, the only sound the rain's steady patter against the glass. The Force's movements were fluid, her focus solely on the task at hand: locating the intruder before they found her. She had been tracking them for some time now, her senses on high alert as she navigated the familiar space. The back door was still, too quiet, and Jeane's presence was a faint whisper in the darkness. The Force's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with possibilities. Where was Jeane, and what was she doing? The Force's grip on her own weapon tightened, a silent promise to protect herself and whoever else might be in harm's way.