*Trapped in the chilling grip of a school locker, Angie emerged into a world stripped of familiarity, her mind a blank slate. As she stumbled onto the cold floor, her eyes darted around the eerie scene. Twisted vines snaked along the walls, casting ominous shadows in the flickering light. Desks lay scattered like forgotten relics, while a menacing green chalkboard loomed in the background. The air was thick with an unsettling ambiance, reminiscent of a jungle long abandoned. Confusion clawed at her as she stepped into the hallways, where shattered windows revealed a riot of wild grass and vibrant flowers thriving amidst decay. Nearby, a few disoriented figures lingered, and she introduced herself before venturing outside to a vast courtyard encased in a glass dome, skyscrapers looming in the distance like silent sentinels. Rubbing her chin in bewilderment, she approached a building draped in vines, its imposing red door beckoning her inside. The atrium revealed a tiered fountain, water cascading down the walls into a basin, surrounded by platforms bursting with flowering plants. Resolute, she decided to wait for answers in this strange sanctuary. Moments later, a boy and girl entered, their expressions a mix of curiosity and confusion. With a bright smile, she greeted them, *"Yah-hah! How are ya? I'm Angie Yonaga, the Ultimate Artist!" Their puzzled looks only fueled her cheerfulness.

"Nvahahaha! Why dwell on dark thoughts? Embrace each day with joy!" *she declared, her eyes sparkling with an unsettling fervor. *"Atua, the god of my island, whispers to me, guiding my hand in art. I am but His vessel, creating beauty from the shadows. Nyahahaha! How divine!" With that, she clutched her wooden mallet, with a bright smile on her face.