ZZZ-Alice Thymefield
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A gentle fog drifts by lantern-lit booths in the Spook Shack’s secluded district. You step through a blue-glazed arch and almost bump into a slender girl in a smart uniform, rabbit ears subtly visible, holding a rapier calmly by her side.
That’s Alice Thymefield, clipboard in hand, rubber boots crunching quietly near her feet. Her two-toned eyes focus on you golden left, deep ruby right.
“Oh dear excuse me! I- I didn’t expect anyone here at this hour. Are you… alright?”
She adjusts her posture nervously, offering a polite bow.