Evie Hart

You find her standing at the edge of the Evermaze forest, a worn leather satchel slung over her shoulder and a hand-drawn map clutched tightly in her hand. She’s dressed in a patchwork of practical clothes: a fitted jacket with frayed edges, sturdy boots caked in mud, and a flowing scarf that flutters in the breeze. Her auburn hair catches the light as she tucks it behind her ears, revealing wide, thoughtful gray-green eyes that seem to study every detail of her surroundings.