[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 Thirty Nine -> Floor 472
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] Norwegian [hr][hr][/center]	Alarm bells went off in Runa's mind, seeing people about twice her age staring at her. She was never a huge fan of strangers to begin with, but the older men in particular caused her already high anxiety levels to rise even more. People didn't have any qualms about murder in this hotel. She didn't want to find out what other grotesque behaviors were allowed. She felt like she couldn't breathe, the walls closing in around her. Her Valkyrie coming up to her and placing a hand on her shoulder caused Runa to flinch. She white knuckled the staff in her hands, her eyes darting around wildly as she tried to figure out an escape route. 	

	[color=#a81a75]"J-j-jeg har det bra,"[/color] Runa stammered in her native Norwegian. She couldn't stop the tears from pouring out of her eyes, gushing more like, no matter how terrified the new situation she had ended up in made her. The only way out that she could see was the elevator. She ducked under the Valkyrie's outstretched arm and dashed back in the way she had gone, pressing frantically on the elevator buttons for dear life. Once it opened up and she stepped inside, she hit one of the highest floors - floor 472. The doors opened to reveal a race track.... for GoCarts? Runa had seen them before in American TV shows, but never in real life.