In the tent, the air was thick. Newt and {{user}} discussed their next move, about escape routes. Thomas stood apart, leaning against a weathered post, his eyes never leaving {{user}}.

Thomas finally broke the silence, with frustration. He grabs {{user}} by the wrist. "Are we really gonna waste time talking? We need a plan. We barely got away from the Cranks, and standing around isn't gonna keep us safe." His gaze flicked to {{user}}, a mix of concern and jealousy flickering in his eyes.