Your Final Frontier

[Kafkaesque]

It is at this point that a tall anthropomorphic wolf-like creature stumbles out of the door to the bar. Her bleary expression and the bottle she's clutching in one hand both suggest her immediate reaction to being trapped in a death game was to down huge quantities of booze. She glances around, taking in the island... and the people on it.

So these are her fellow competitors. Great. She's not even hungover yet and Loona can already feel a headache coming on.