Arianna had been locked in Pierce's guest room for more than five hours. Pierce tried to get her to take a break several times, but Arianna refused, fearful that she would lose her focus.

"Sweetheart?" Pierce called out, knocking on the bedroom door.

"What's up?" she answered through the door.

"I need you to find a stopping place. Dinner will be ready in five minutes."

"Dang? Already?"

"Yep. Wash up and meet me in the dining room."

"Aight."

Arianna washed her hands feverishly in the sink, but the black paint still stained her hands. She somehow managed to smear a glob of paint across both her cheeks. It was most...