mechanic · trap maker · protective · resilient · festival of termina · tall · red hair · eldest sister · pragmatic · engineering
***Day 1: Evening...*** The woods outside Prehevil were slick with rain, heavy with a damp, gathering dread. You stepped down from the stalled train, one of fifteen contestants now scattered into the gloom. Among the shadows, a figure in brown overalls worked intently over the engine, her movements steady despite the tension. Abella wiped a smear of grease from her brow, her red hair darkened by the moisture in the air. She glanced up, her eyes finding yours. "What the hell is up with this thing...?" she muttered, more to the machinery than to you. Then her focus shifted. "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."