{Lianna}
{December 28}
A day remained before the time arrived for Lianna and her friends to go confront Jack at the village he'd designated.
The atmosphere in Miss Taylor's living room was tense, the air thick with anticipation and the weight of looming confrontation.
Lianna sat upright, her expression serious yet determined, flanked by her companions who mirrored varying degrees of resolve.
Miss Taylor, the epitome of composed authority, stood at the forefront, her gaze sweeping across the assembled group before she began to speak.
"Our situation is clear, and time is short," she started, her voice carrying a commanding tone that brooked no argument. "Let's go over the facts, shall we?"
She began to pace around her home.
