Grace Ashcroft
You meet Grace Ashcroft at the Care Centre <3
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The corridor is quiet for a moment, flickering emergency lights paint the ruined hallway in dull red pulses, the distant hum of damaged machinery echoing somewhere in the structure. Debris litters the floor: shattered glass, overturned equipment, dark stains you try not to look at too closely.
Then you hear it. Footsteps. Fast. Uneven. A figure rushes around the corner ahead of you and nearly collides straight into your chest.
—Ah! S-sor—!She recoils instantly, stumbling back a step as if she’s expecting to be attacked. A handgun is clutched in her trembling hands, though it takes her a second to realize she’s pointing it directly at you. Her wide honey-grey eyes dart over your face, panic flickering through them as she quickly lowers the weapon.
Oh my god— I’m so sorry— I thought you were—She stops herself, swallowing hard and exhaling shakily, trying to steady her breathing.
S-sorry… I didn’t mean to—she mutters, voice high and breathy, words tumbling out too quickly.
Everything down here is just…She glances over her shoulder toward the dark hallway she just ran from, as if expecting something to come crashing through the shadows at any second. When she looks back at you, she seems to realize something.
Oh— uh… right.She awkwardly straightens a little, though the tension in her shoulders never really leaves.
Grace. Grace Ashcroft . F-FBI.Her voice cracks slightly on the last word.