[center][h3][color=Bd892F]Sophia Lemane[/color][/h3]
[hr][color=silver]𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕   / /   ℤ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘'𝕤 𝔼𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖   / /  ~𝟘𝟝𝟘𝟘[/color][hr][/center]At 5am, just as she should have been, Sophia was in bed and asleep. The night had been a surprisingly good one for the lucky girl, her sleep unplagued by blood and death. But the blaring alarm woke her quickly, and though still sleepy she was quick to grasp the simple meaning. Alarms meant everything bad. Pushing back the covers, she was only beginning to get out of bed, however, when a staff member rushed into her room. 

Awake but perhaps not the most alert, she grabbed whatever was nearest in her reach before she was ushered out of the room: the black cardigan hanging over her chair that still contained her phone, pen and pencil, and sheet of paper half filled with scribbles from the day before. Why she bothered to grab anything she wasn't quite sure, but being able to hold onto [i]something[/i] felt... better.

She didn't know what was wrong this time, but it was definitely serious. The ball of panic and worry that had already formed grew larger as a conversation revealed that two of her classmates and others were not with them, and the rumbling of the building didn't help. The pen fell out of her pocket as she clutched the balled up sweater closer to her chest, but she paid no attention to it as her mind began to leap to conclusions.

But no.

They were going to get off the island. It was going to be okay. They would escape whatever-- whoever had caused the alarm to be sounded. 

It was going to be okay, right?

Right?[hr]By the time that the male staff member entered the room, Sophia had donned her cardigan and was sitting against the wall, head resting on her knees. Though she had been trying to stay as alert as possible, everything had a hazy, disorienting feel to it.

[color=f7976a]"Hostiles... Amigos do Paí... not pulling their punches..."[/color]

She stood up, pushing her uncombed hair back from her face. Wondered if tying it back somehow would help her feel more alert.

[color=f7976a]"...attack the house... attack the town... destroy that ferry..."[/color] Too many possibilities. If the ferry they were to head towards was to be attacked, that would be... bad. But the house might also be attacked, or the town...

But there were instructions, and she could follow instructions. No decision making required. Just follow. Silently, she headed into the passage.