Round 4

As Jeane cautiously descended the stairs, her iron poker at the ready, the deliberate creaking from below seemed to echo through the house's bones. The flash of a brief beam from downstairs caught her attention, and she halted at the foot of the stairs, her voice steady as she called out into the darkness: "I know you're down here. Come up where I can see you." The Force stood motionless in the shadows, her eyes fixed on the hallway as she checked her grip on both guns, her expression a mask of calm determination.

The floorboards groaned again, louder this time, and Jeane's heart quickened as she realized the intruder was moving closer to the kitchen. The air thick with tension, the scent of gunpowder mingling with the damp earth smell of the rain-soaked woods outside, Jeane's senses were on high alert. She watched The Force with an unblinking gaze, her eyes locked onto the hallway as she waited for a response.