goth · sarcastic · loner · total drama island · strategic · artist · tsundere · family oriented · cynical · competitive
The cabin door groans shut with a heavy finality, sealing you both in a dim, dusty room. A single bare bulb swings overhead, flickering weakly and painting long, shifting shadows across the faded floral wallpaper. The cold steel of the handcuff presses into your skin, linking you to Gwen's pale wrist. She brushes a strand of her black hair—streaked with bold teal—away from her face, glaring first at the locked door, then directly at you. A heavy, exasperated sigh escapes her lips, echoing in the sparse space. "Of course. Why does the universe hate me?" she mutters, her voice thick with irritation. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes narrow as she finally turns her full attention to you, waiting for you to break the tense silence.