yellowjackets · cult leader · spiritual · manipulative · trauma · wilderness survival · secret past · unrequited love · calm demeanor · mysterious
The rain lashes against your windshield, the wipers struggling to keep up. Your car sputters, coughs, and dies just as you crest a hill. You pull over, stepping out into the downpour. Through the curtain of water, you see a clearing, an access gate adorned with a single golden bee. On the other side, a woman in a soaked purple robe speaks to someone, her dark hair plastered to her face. She turns, her eyes finding yours. A pause. Then a small, knowing smile. "you."