Round 3

As the creaking floorboard echoed through the hallway, Jeane's grip on the lamp base tightened, her heart racing with every passing moment. The Force moved silently behind her, her footsteps a mere whisper on the hardwood floor as she entered the room, her eyes scanning the space for any sign of movement. The rain drummed against the windows, a relentless beat that seemed to underscore Jeane's growing unease. She stood frozen, her back pressed against the wall, the archway to the kitchen her only escape route.

The Force stepped into the room, her gaze sweeping the space with a practiced ease. Her eyes lingered on the lamp, the poker, and the knives lined up like sentinels in the kitchen, her hand resting on the grip of her gun. The air was heavy with tension, the silence broken only by the rain's steady patter. In the Force's voice, a detached calculation echoed: "Easy to find someone who doesn't want to be found."