The dimly lit corridors of the house seemed to close in on Alex as he paced, his footsteps echoing like whispers of secrets. The air hung heavy with anticipation, and the shadows clung to the walls, concealing their own hidden truths.
Having just finished rallying the members of the house and laying out his plans to strike at Elisa, the very thought of her sent shivers down his spine, but he remained resolute. His theory was sound—the disappearance of her companion, the clandestine battle he witnessed—it all pointed to Elisa.
Yet, as he navigated the labyrinthine passages, he couldn't shake the memory of Elisa's raw power. He had witnessed it firsthand, the crackling energy that danced around her like a malevolent storm. Alex kept that revelation to himself; revealing it to the others would only breed hesitation, and weaken their resolve. He needed to end this quickly, as he knew his life was on the line.
