[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 21 -> Lobby
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	[color=#a81a75]"I'm fine,"[/color] Runa mumbled to Nadia when they were alone. She was used to telling people that - that she was fine, there was no need to worry, the marks on her arms were from an accident out in the garden, everything was alright. She felt like the Ten of Swords card illustration in reality though - ten blades piercing into her flesh as she just struggled to keep on moving. Everything felt surreal and bleak. The day before, she hadn't even thought remotely about the end of all life - she had been alive, living a (miserable and unhappy) life in Norway. And now, now she wasn't even sure what or who she was. 

	Runa stared at Klara in shock when she returned. The cat on her shoulders was surprising - she didn't think this was the sort of trip to bring pets on. She also didn't realize you could have pets in the afterlife. Had the cat died a warrior's death and been brought to Valhalla? Had Klara purchased the pet down at the same shop where Runa had received her staff that day? Did the cat just... sneak in or wander in somehow? She had so many questions and those questions only compounded once she saw what the cat had clutched in its teeth - a knife. [color=#a81a75]"Is the cat..."[/color] Runa's question died off. She wasn't even really sure what to ask as she got into the elevator with the others. It wasn't long until they were in the lobby where the others were waiting. Runa's courage was rapidly dying.