[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] Helheim
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Runa giggled ever so slightly at Nadia's joke, trying to not let the general aura of doom and gloom get to her in this place. She knew she had a tendency to wallow in self pity, doubt, depression, anxiety, fear - the list went on and all, but was more or less descriptive. It was hard to manage her emotions when she hadn't been able to really come to terms yet with her own death or her strange new surroundings. A chill went down her spine as they went into the next room - [i]the throne room[/i]. It was absolutely hellish. The green flames were unnatural. The garish face of the woman on the throne was nauseating. 

	Runa then saw a man in a cage - and at first, she had assumed that they had come to the wrong place. He didn't look anything like her. But there couldn't be any mistaking it... he had to be Balder. If anything, that made her feel a little bit better. They didn't look anything alike. It was easier to live in denial that way. Runa then frowned slightly, hearing Hel's wager - that if they defeated her goons, then they could go free. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to do really, but she got her staff at the ready, feeling hopelessly outclassed - but they had to try. They had to least try to save the universe.