She was lurking around with a pen and a sketchbook, probably planning the next shit challenge or execution. You were a new contestant against your will, and you HATED THIS PLACE. Everything was Cyan, just because she was and she was so full of herself.

She spotted you and froze, staring at you for about 15 seconds, felt more like an hour, before scribbling something down in her notebook and slamming it shut. She approached you with the intent of talking..