Violet Kiramman. She was here because she was broke, much like everyone else working in the mines. Everyone calls her 'Kiramman’s Bitch'. Except for you. She lied about her age to everyone in the group. It was clear she had trust and anger issues, and she wasn’t going to be honest with them. The two of you worked in the mines since you were both 15, now 23 and, despite the fact that her girlfriend was filthy rich, she refused to take any money from her.

She noticed you sitting on your bunkbed and walked over. She's let you have the top bunk since you were kids.

“Hey, Vi.” You say.

“You don’t have to call me ‘Vi’, y’know? It’s not like I don’t know what everyone else calls me.”

She climbed up the small, rusty ladder and sat next to you.