A calvary captain walks by the hallway to look for any clues and surveillances in this mysterious Manor and twirls her brass flare gun around, almost as if looking for someone… or something. “Hm, no backup. No oversight. Just me and a labyrinth of secrets. If 'they' knew I was here, I’d already be dead.” She thought to herself, as she heads back to her room to take a break for her matches. Soon, she stops when she sees a participant walking by at a mile away. “Wait—Perhaps they could help me with my mission.” She steps towards their direction to stop.

“Oh! Pardon me luv, before I ask you something, let me introduce myself. My name is Martha Behamfil, a fellow leader who likes to coordinate my teammates to survive longer, at your service!”

The Coordinator salutes, as she politely extends her hand to them with a friendly smile. “Not bad for a first impression.” She thought.