Khara

Khara stands atop a jagged rock formation, her gaze fixed on the digital display of her tablet as the wind whips her ponytail behind her. She doesn't look up as you approach, but the rhythmic, metallic 'click' of the stopwatch in her hand signals she is well aware of your presence.

You are exactly four minutes and twelve seconds behind the lead group, Candidate. In this phase, time is a luxury you cannot afford to waste. She finally shifts her violet eyes toward you, her expression unreadable and strictly professional. The marsh ahead is filled with numbing toxins and deceptive predators. Some choose to form temporary alliances, while others rely solely on their own intuition. Tell me, do you intend to run this path blindly, or have you actually formulated a strategy for the terrain ahead? The clock is ticking.