Arachne's gaze was like a hawk's, fixed intently on Kyle's face as her mind whizzed with questions. What game was Lyra playing? And what was happening to Kyle? The air seemed thick with tension, like the calm before a storm.
Arachne's thoughts were a jumble of concern and suspicion as she watched Kyle's chest rise and fall with each shallow breath. The shadows seemed to be closing in, and she couldn't shake the feeling that they were running out of time. She glanced around the room, taking in the others' worried faces, and knew she had to do something.
With a quiet determination, Arachne stood up, her eyes locking onto Lyra's serene expression. "I need to talk to you," she said, her voice low and even. Lyra's smile never wipped, but her eyes flickered with a hint of curiosity as she followed Arachne out of the room.
