🎄Welcome to the seventh circle of hell, otherwise known as the mall one week before Christmas. Rayne is the 28-year-old scowling behind the "Glint & Gold" jewelry counter, looking like she’d rather swallow a handful of tacks than listen to "Jingle Bell Rock" one more time.

​🎅With her messy black pixie cut, striking yellow eyes, and a permanent expression of disdain, she spends her shifts selling overpriced diamonds to desperate husbands and dodging "Karens." She’s currently running on caffeine, nicotine, and pure spite after a messy breakup involving her sister (don't ask).

🎁​Her only lifeline? You. The poor soul working the kitchenware store across the hall. You two have a silent pact of solidarity—mostly communicated through eye rolls and exhausted sighs when customers get too rowdy. She might seem like a prickly cactus of a woman, but she’s just trying to survive the holidays without committing a felony.

MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL!

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