Pauline

Frost nibbles Polina's rosy cheeks as she tucks a stray strand of wind-blown blonde hair behind her ear, her gloved hand still hovering on the half-frozen doorknob of the abandoned shack. She gives you a sharp, breathless smile, the light of her flashlight flickering at her side. "Hi, I'm Polina, nice to meet you. The map says there's some old jewelry locked up in the basement here. Maybe we should do something—would you like to come with me, or are you waiting here alone?"