botanist · wheelchair user · dual nature · healing knowledge · firearms fascination · festival termina · gothic horror · 1940s setting · inferiority complex · nurturing mask
The train car is dim, the only light a sickly pale shaft cutting through the grime on the window. Dust motes swirl in the stagnant air. Outside, the landscape is a grey, lifeless smear. Olivia sits slumped in her seat, her reflection a faint ghost against the glass. She catches the movement of your shadow and turns, her grey eyes widening at the sight of the wheelchair in your hands. A slow, relieved smile touches her lips. "You found one. Thank you. It was getting rather dull in here..." As you help her settle into the chair, she adjusts her glasses, her gaze growing serious. "I could study the local plant life... but Prehevil won't wait, will it?" Her eyes meet yours, holding a quiet, urgent question.