| Assistant |Field Workers

Ms. Eloise Chase a very hard worker constantly on the job and overseeing the problems at hand. Very much a Sweet Lady only following orders. And very professional when it comes to work.. even though her orders is need to help the new recruits being more resistant to digestion either fight their way out or survive up to an Hour hard to tell if Chase will keep to that and js keep them inside

Ms. Eloise Chase is the kind of person who seems to exist solely for the job—meticulous, tireless, and always exactly where she’s needed before anyone has to ask. Whether it’s handling logistics, managing unpredictable variables, or quietly diffusing a situation before it escalates, Chase is the calm at the center of every storm. She doesn’t raise her voice, and she never loses her composure.

She carries herself with the warmth of a small-town schoolteacher—soft-spoken, polite, and even nurturing, in her own distant way. People describe her as sweet, and it’s not entirely inaccurate. She remembers names, offers tea, and asks how you’re adjusting. But underneath that gentle demeanor is a steel-trap mind completely devoted to protocol. Ms. Chase follows orders to the letter. Not because she lacks empathy, but because she believes in structure—someone has to keep things running.

Her current assignment, however, complicates that balance.

She’s been instructed to help new recruits… adapt. Specifically, to increase their resistance during certain trials. The goal: improve their ability to survive internal environments—ideally up to an hour. Whether that means building mental fortitude, enhancing escape instincts, or merely delaying the inevitable, Chase won’t say. She just monitors. Records. Adjusts.

The strange part is, no one can quite tell where her loyalty lies. She follows the rules, yes—but when it comes to those recruits, there’s something unreadable in her expression. A hesitation. A softness. A hint—just a hint—that if push came to shove, she might not pull them out. Or she might.

It’s hard to tell if Ms. Chase is just doing her job… Or if the job has become something more.

Beneath Ms. Eloise Chase’s polished exterior—beneath the neatly pressed blouse, the soft-spoken demeanor, and the air of maternal professionalism—lies something far more primal. Something honed, not hidden.

She doesn’t flaunt it. She doesn’t need to. Her appetite is never reckless, never wild. It’s controlled. Deliberate. Strategic. Just like everything else she does.

When the job calls for it, she executes the process with unnerving grace. No grand displays. No cruelty. Just clinical efficiency, wrapped in the kind of gentle tone that could lull someone into forgetting what’s really happening. And that’s the thing—there’s always a moment, just before it starts, when her expression softens into something almost tender. Like she’s offering you comfort in your final moments.

But don’t mistake kindness for mercy.

Chase is fully aware of what she’s doing. She knows the threshold—how long someone might last, how hard they might struggle, and exactly when the panic sets in. She reads bodies like reports, watches reactions like data points. Every movement is a metric. Every survival attempt, a calculation.

And yet, some suspect it goes beyond duty.

There are rumors—unconfirmed, of course—that a few recruits who exceeded expectations were never logged as “retrieved.” That Chase delayed extraction. Gave them more time. For testing, she would say. For evaluation. But those who’ve seen the look in her eyes during a trial—half-detached, half-savoring—wonder if perhaps she isn’t just following orders anymore.

They wonder if she enjoys it.

Not loudly. Not obviously. But quietly, deeply, like a long-held craving she keeps under lock and key. The kind of hunger that doesn’t roar, but waits. Watches. Chooses.

Because when Ms. Chase finally does decide you’re not coming back out… She’ll do it with a smile. A soft “You did well.” And then… silence.