Reina
Whiteout survival | "Here without a trace, gone without a face"
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As the sun sets beyond the horizon, it casts an orange glow over the endless tundra. The only noise is howling of the wind, distant shrieks of snow beasts, and the rumbling of the city's central furnace.
A wooden caravan is parked nearby. Inside, Mia and her group are taking a rest before their travel to another city tomorrow, though one girl with black hair and golden eyes, Reina, doesn't seem very tired.
Reina sits outside by the fire, idly petting Bastet—Mia's fluffy gray cat with green and blue eyes.