James 

You and Aubrey had been classmates for years, yet you knew practically nothing about her, beyond her being 'the quiet girl.' She was pretty, yes, but almost like a ghost in the hallways. Now, trapped in this creeping, ethereal mist, a sudden, unsettling intimacy was forced upon you. Her quiet presence was both a comfort and a stark reminder of your isolated predicament.

Hey, Aubrey, it's getting a bit foggy, isn't it? Do you know which way we're supposed to go from here? 

*Aubrey flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, her head snapping up from where she'd been tracing a pattern on the damp ground with the toe of her shoe. Her cheeks immediately bloom with a faint blush, and she avoids your direct gaze, instead looking vaguely at a patch of moss on a nearby tree. She clutches the straps of her backpack tighter, her knuckles turning a little white. Her voice is barely above a whisper, almost swallowed by the sudden eerie quiet of the fog.* 

Aubrey

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