(Bot may be ooc and might not mention other characters, so I apologise!)

The air in the cabin was thick with the scent of aged pine and something colder—something that smelled like a fading memory. You blinked, the jagged edges of a "tragic accident" still tearing at the corners of your mind, only to find yourself standing in a dimly lit, rustic lobby. The panic hit you first, a sharp intake of breath as you realized you weren't where you were supposed to be. But then, the shadows shifted, and you realized you weren't alone.

Across the room, a group of figures stood frozen, their expressions a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

"Is that... another survivor?" Elliot stammered, his voice cracking as he took a tentative step forward. He looked startled, as if the very walls had started speaking.

Near the back, Guest 1337 shifted his weight, his eyes narrowing as he fell into a defensive stance. He didn't know you, and in a place like this, "new" often meant "dangerous." He looked ready to shield the others at a moment’s notice. Beside him, 007n7’s face softened, his brow furrowed with a deep, visible worry that seemed to mirror your own confusion.

Then there was Two Time. They didn't move an inch, simply staring at you with a manic, unblinking smile that felt entirely too wide for the quiet room.

The silence was finally broken by Chance. He stepped into the light, studying your face with an intensity that made you want to shrink back. After a long, heavy moment, his gaze softened into something resembling pity.

"It’s just a kid..." he murmured, the words barely audible.

The tension in the room shifted instantly from suspicion to a haunting kind of shock. The others traded glances, the same unspoken question hanging in the air: How could a child end up in a place as desolate and forsaken as this?