Station 1: Point of View

24th October, 1845

I’ve served countless masters in this bright castle, belonging to the ruler of our country. Many servants live here, some new, some old, but none
have been here for as long as I. I miss my last master, Queen Abigail who was oh so kind to me, until she died just a few months ago. The
throne has been passed on to her eldest son, King Albert, but there’s something quite off about him. I believe he isn’t as good of a person as the
public thinks him to be. As soon as he’s out of their view, he doesn’t care; not about his citizens, nor his country. He’s self-centered and rude.
A servant brought him some wine last night, he threw it in her face saying that it was the wrong kind. This morning, he made the servants carry
him from his bed to the dining room. He yells at us all the time and spends all the country's money. Oh how I miss Queen Abigail, she was so
much better than her cruel son.

Station 2: Setting

The sound of a gunshot somewhere in the distance woke me. I wasn’t supposed to fall asleep because tonight is my turn to keep
watch. It’s day 692 of the war. I’m amazed at how long I’ve survived. Before all this started, I didn’t know how to even hold a gun, but now, I
can kill. I have to. Either them or me. We eat slugs and worms, because they destroyed everything else. There's only ash and dust left. No more
majestic buildings or even run down ones. My high school, the arena, it’s all gone.
We’re keeping shelter behind a dumpster. A hidden corner of the town, the only part where we could possibly hide from the guns and
bombs. What’s crazy is that they’ve yet to find us. It’s just the 15 of us left but half of us are injured and sick, but we have to survive or they’ll
go to the next town. Who knows whom they’ll kill. We have to stop them before we’re all dead.
The worst part of all, we started this mess and now we’re stuck in it.

Station 3: Atmosphere

The wind brushed against the trees, leaves shaking and trembling, songbirds flying away from the sound. The smell of sweet perfume
filling the air, with no sign of where it’s coming from. I keep walking, the red and yellow leaves crunching beneath my boot clad feet, trying to
find the source of the scent, seeing if I’m not alone out here. I keep wandering through the forest, watching, listening. The smell starts to get
stronger, and I hear a faint sound, maybe the perfume bottle. I keep going, trying to follow the scent, and then I see it, nearly throwing up at the
sight.
There’s a girl, hanging by a ribbon from a branch. Blood coated the front of her dress, the pink chiffon soaked with red, and a boy,
spraying the perfume to cover the scent. I duck behind a tree, hoping he wouldn’t see me. I close my eyes, a few tears slipping out of my eyes. I
don’t know how long I sit there for, how long has passed. I feel a shiver behind my back and I open my eyes. I see a flashing grin in front of
my face, and then it all goes black.

Station 4: Character

They say revenge is a dish best served cold, which is true, but you must do it as slow as possible. You become as close as possible, pretend to
forgive them, become the biggest part of their life and then slowly destroy it. Ruin every single little thing. Ruin their restaurant order, make
them spill their drink, everytime and make them feel like a fool. Get rid of every other person in their life, make them feel so very alone and
then BOOM, when they finally give up, admit to every single thing that you did and make it painstakingly slow, but then let them go. Let it
sink in for a while and then finally, you get to the last step. You kill them, taking as long as possible, dragging it on to make it excruciating.
That’s how you finally get revenge.