Another day passed, and Cain still couldn't see any real progress in their group. It was as if everyone was moving in different directions, each driven by their own vision—or, perhaps, their own pride.
Dylan was lost in his own world, focused on some private agenda that he hadn't shared with the rest of them.
Han was relentless about rapping, despite his voice being a poor match for it; he'd force it, rough and strained, rather than consider anything else.
Meanwhile, Rhea and Lina were still locked in a bitter struggle, both fighting over who should get the most lines and who deserved to be the center.
The tension between them was enough to ignite a fire, and Cain was at a loss. He didn't know where to begin or what to say to fix this tangled mess.
