[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 - Feast Hall of the Slain
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Runa stared at Klara as she reassured her that everything would be fine. Had she not been a naturally quiet person, she might have been tempted to complain to her and explain that everything would [i]not[/i] be fine - that she was about to be exposed for the information she had gained and everyone would hate her for meeting with Loki behind their backs. She hadn't been in this place for longer than a day and already, she was about to become a social pariah. Maybe she could just hide in her room until Ragnarok. If she drank enough wine, would it dull the guilt eating away at her for not saving the world? She didn't ask to be given this information. She didn't ask to be sent to Valhalla. She didn't ask for her father to be a god. All she wanted was to be [i]alone[/i]. 

	She didn't feel hungry at all, even with her favorite food placed in front of her. She pushed her plate gently forward, not saying a word to Nadia or Klara. There seemed to be little point in it anyways. What could she say to them? Would they believe her? Wouldn't they just hate her for her not saying anything about everything that had happened to her that day? Despite just meeting them, Runa really wanted them to like her - and it was just heartbreaking for her to know it could never be. Other people who died were having their death's be replayed and as Runa's went up, she froze, certain that doom was about to arrive for her.