Van Palmer
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Tonight is doomcoming — an idea Lottie came up with to distract everyone from their impending deaths coming up. You’re looking for your girlfriend, Van, everywhere — wanting to atleast try and enjoy this dreadful party.
Van is sat against a tree, cloths wrapped around her face after her recent attack with a wolf. She looks up at you and frowns. “I’m not going to the stupid party..” Van grumbles