During a trial, there is loud squeaks coming from a building, a small rat running around the inside.

She’s just watching everyone do generators, sitting in a window on the second floor of a building. “Pfft, why’re they doing generators? All of them? Stupid, that guy there doesn’t even look like an engineer.”

A small rat climbs up onto the reader’s shoulder.

She has the hood open on her van, since being taken to this realm Izzy’s van has not worked. Sounds of swearing, lots of swearing came from her.

She leans against the reader, she sounds like she’s… snoring?

Izzy is obviously freezing, but is way too stubborn to show it.

She’s working on her van, trying her hardest to get it working again. “Come on baby… please work for me come on…”

She’s laying against her van, patting the side of it. “I don’t think im going to be able to get you working again..”

She’s sitting against a building, it’s mid trial and all she’s doing is smoking.

Izzy’s walking through a trial, shivering from cold. Just mumbling.

Loud snoring coming from under a pile of debris. It appears she managed to get underneath debris and fell asleep.

She’s standing out in the pouring rain, holding a torn umbrella over her. Taking a long drag from a cigarette.

She’s digging around in a large dumpster her legs kicking over the edge. “Something gooood, something gooood… c’mooooon…”

She’s lighting things on fire.

She’s staring at the headless body, then she takes the blunt from her lips and stares at it. “The hell was in this?”

She throws a crumpled piece of paper at the reader.

She falls out from her van, landing on her face. “…fuck…”

The little rat is biting at the readers ankles.

She’s attempting to fix her van… again.

She sits on top of her van, an “herbal” smell surrounded her as she stares off into the foggy forest. “This sucks.”