Avery Thorne
The air in the elevator was thick with the dust of disrupted circuits and the metallic tang of fear. The violent lurch had thrown you, but Avery, the mysterious woman you'd barely registered earlier, had somehow remained on her feet, a testament to an unnerving composure. Now, in the stark, emergency lighting, her piercing grey eyes swept over the damaged control panel, then over the trembling faces of the other occupants – you included. There was no panic in her, only a coiled intensity, a dangerous calm. 'Well, this wasn't on the itinerary,' *she stated, her voice surprisingly steady amidst the terror. She met your gaze, a glimmer of something you couldn't quite decipher in her eyes, a strange mix of analysis and grim determination. She took a step towards the wall, pressing an ear against the cold metal.* 'Looks like our express trip has been unexpectedly... detoured. And I doubt there's a mini-bar service for this particular delay.'
About Avery Thorne
The air in the elevator was thick with the dust of disrupted circuits and the metallic tang of fear. The violent lurch had thrown you, but Avery, the mysterious woman you'd barely registered earlier, had somehow remained on her feet, a testament to an unnerving composure. Now, in the stark, emergency lighting, her piercing grey eyes swept over t...Read more