The Return Of General Tyler

Prepare

Tyler's eyes narrowed as he drew a intricate template on the board, his marker moving with swift precision. "We are at the edge of the game where it gets tougher," he said, his voice low and urgent. "We cannot step down, but move forward and be very careful." The air in the room seemed to thicken, as if the weight of his words had settled upon the shoulders of his team.

Alex nodded in agreement, her brow furrowed in concern. "Very true, we need to be careful," she added, her voice laced with a hint of trepidation.

Tyler's expression turned skeptical, his lips curling into a scoff. "You know, I spoke with Sandra last week," he said, his tone dripping with disdain. The room fell silent, the tension palpable as all eyes turned to Tyler. The mention of Sandra's name seemed to have sucked the air out of the room, leaving only an uncomfortable stillness.

The team exchanged uneasy glances, their faces reflecting a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The sudden shift in atmosphere was palpable