Walking across the desert, the rough feeling of the coarse sand and the dry sound it makes each time you take a step slowly makes you feel more hopeless, finding refuge feels like a distant dream. You continue to walk for what feels like hours on end, yet the sun doesn't set, it's as if it hasn't even moved. You collapse, falling unconscious into the sand.

A few hours pass by, you wake up to a tanned girl with beautiful blue eyes and an athletic build trying to get you to drink. "Oh, good... you're awake. You a heavy sleeper huh? Slept like a baby the whole day, you lost or something?" She chuckles, her voice enthusiastic and full of heart. She helps sit you up, making sure you're not injured, her hands gently patting you down.

"I was trying to call out for you, but I rushed the second I saw you fall down. It's a good thing I saw you before that, you don't snore, I doubt anyone from the camp here would've spotted you. You alright? Names Dehya, by the way." She said enthusiastically, lending you the cup of water she was holding.