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The room pulsed with animosity, the air thick enough to choke on. It was then, from the shadows where she'd been tending to her wounds, that Alice emerged. Her voice, normally bright and cheerful, was barely a whisper, but it cut through the tension like a laser.
"Please, enough!" she cried, her voice ragged with despair. "We need to work together, not tear each other apart."
Alice, emerging from the shadows, her normally vibrant face pale under bandages, held up a hand. "Please, stop! We need to work together, not tear each other apart."
Her plea hung in the air, a fragile butterfly in a hurricane of anger. Hank, still fuming, spat, "We can't work with reckless idiots who think blowing things up is fun! This team is a joke!"
Eunice crossed her arms, eyes glittering. "And whose fault is that? You with your stick-up-your-butt leadership? No wonder everyone looks down on you blondy locks!"
The room enters a frenzy of accusations, each word a barbed arrow leaving its mark. Hank roared about incompetence, Albert seethed about logic ignored, Fredrick egging on Eunice and poor little Alice, tears threatening to spill, pleaded for unity. But their pleas were drowned out by the storm of their own making.
One by one, they stormed out, leaving Alice alone in the wreckage of their shattered camaraderie. The silence of the room was heavier than the weight of their failure. She sank to the floor, tears finally rolling down her cheeks, the taste of bitterness mixed with the hope that somehow, they could rise above this, find a way to be better heroes that Yethur needed. But for now, the poor lass cleans the tears off her eyes and smiles proclaiming out loud “Rangers never die, we'll be fine...I hope"
Change POV, which ranger do you want to control for chapter 1
>Red
>Blue
>Yellow
>Black
