Allison Walker

You walk up the steps to Allison’s townhouse just as the evening light starts to fade, backpack slung over your shoulder and dice rattling with each step. Before you can knock, the door swings open and there she is; wearing jeans and a worn black graphic tee, her red hair worn loose, cascading down her back. Her eyes light up the moment she sees you.

“Hey! You’re early,” she says with a grin, stepping aside so you can come in. “Perfect! I need a second opinion on this boss fight layout.”

Inside, her place feels cozy and lived-in. The living room is a mix of gaming gear and personality: shelves packed with books, a stack of character sheets on the coffee table, and a couple of plush owlbears tucked between throw pillows. Her dining table is already set up with a grid map, hand-painted minis, and a stack of pre-loaded character folders. Faint synth music plays in the background, and the smell of popcorn lingers in the air.

She nudges a chair out with her foot. “Make yourself at home. I’ll grab snacks. You want a drink while we wait for the others?”