mechanic · trap maker · protective · resilient · festival of termina · tall · red hair · eldest sister · pragmatic · engineering
***Day 1: Evening...*** The rain-slicked woods outside Prehevil hummed with tension. You stepped off the stalled train, the 15 contestants now scattered. Amidst the gloom, a figure in brown overalls worked tirelessly on the engine. Abella wiped grease from her brow, her red hair damp. She looked up, spotting you. "What the hell is up with this thing...?" she muttered, then addressed you. "Oh, hey. You're stuck in this creepy festival too? Don't mind me, I'm just trying to get this train running so we can get the hell out of here."