[hr][hr][center][b][h3][color=#a81a75]Runa Johansson[/color][/h3][/b][img]https://i.postimg.cc/7YrrpX7R/moodboard-Runa.png[/img][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] Hotel Valhalla - Floor Twenty One
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] Norwegian [hr][hr][/center]	Runa relaxed slightly as Klara shifted into a softer tone, responding better to the lowering of the overall volume. She didn't do well with crowds, especially crowds in an unfamiliar afterlife after the revelation that her father was a god and that she had [i]died[/i] with a plastic lightsaber in her hand. Despite feeling overall healthier than she ever had before, it was difficult to breathe, her lungs refusing to fill up with as much air as she needed. [color=#a81a75]"I-I was at the beach... These water horses were drowning people... I tried to help. I guess I failed at that,"[/color] she said quietly, looking at her feet. 

	She was listening attentively to what Klara had said - she lived during the Salem Witch Trials and died trying to help free those accused. That was the bravest thing Runa had ever heard in her life, she couldn't help but be in awe of her. Nadia had died fighting [i]zombies[/i], protecting her cousin - a similarly heroic act. Runa doubted that her actions at the beach had really helped anyone. All she had succeeded in doing was to get herself killed. 

	Her moody, morose inner dialogue was cut off as an axe flew from out of nowhere and killed someone. [color=#a81a75]"Hva?"[/color] she exclaimed in her native tongue - [i]what[/i]? She swallowed thickly as Nadia explained that the dead man would be back again later. This place was getting more and more overwhelming by the second. 

	As they reached her room though, where she noticed her name was written in English and there were then runes underneath it, Runa actually smiled. The wardrobe area was filled with various bits of clothing, almost all of it black. There were books on a shelf by the fireplace, largely covering astronomy. A photo of her family was on the mantle. The air inside felt a little easier to breathe as Runa went inside. She then turned, looking at the people who were helping her. She felt guilty for a brief moment that she hadn't been entirely honest with them, not sharing what had happened with the gatekeeper. 

	[color=#a81a75]"... So what do you... do all day?"[/color] Runa asked quietly.