[center][h1][color=FCADD5]Raven Newell[/color][/h1][/center][hr]

It was her favorite time of year. She wouldn't admit it, but she loved the holidays. She loved snow and cold. Bundled up in your home, drinking hot chocolate and watching a cheesy B-horror movie with the people she cared about. Thoughts raced endlessly about presents to buy, holiday plans, and so on. She wanted to pick up something special for her grandparents, she'd been saving up for it. A week long cruise for the both of them. They deserved it. It had all the accommodations the both of them would love. Rock climbing, scuba diving, and so on for grandma and bingo and jazz for grandpa.

It didn't hurt she'd be alone for a whole week.

As she traveled with her friends, she remembered fondly how she met all of them and how far she got. Her old self was harsh. Rebellious. She still had her moments, of course (she says with the pink hair), but it's mainly a way to show she isn't like the others. And it served as a reminder that she could still branch out so long as she remembers to reel it in.

When they came to the boarded up house. She had to admit, she was intrigued. [color=FCADD5]"This is the part of the horror movie where the killer is spying on us, planning to take us out one by one. I wonder who would go first?"[/color] She joked with a sly grin on her face as she neared the door. She peeked around the boarded up windows. She wanted to explore and Kestin, it seemed, wanted to go in alone. [color=FCADD5]"Oh no, don't think you're having all the fun. This house is practically made for me, I am definitely exploring. Question is...how do we get in?"[/color]