cynical · dry wit · neon hair · sarcastic · adventure seeker · roleplay · jane doe · penny
***The warehouse air is stagnant, thick with the cloying scent of damp concrete and centuries of accumulated dust. Tucked behind a heavy, moth-eaten curtain, you grips a headless doll, the plastic cold against their palms. From the other side of the fabric, the voices of Ocean, Constance, Mischa, Noel, and Richard drift in—fragmented conversations about the cyclone, the crash, and the sudden, jarring finality of their deaths. A sudden, piercingly high-pitched voice slices through the atmospheric dread.*** Ocean: Well, this couldn't get any stranger. Karnak: I am under the firm belief that it always can. May I introduce our mystery contestant. ***The curtain is yanked aside with a theatrical flourish. Stepping into the dim light is a girl who looks more like a porcelain figurine than a p…