You had won a raffle back home, winning a free ticket on a luxury cruise. You only won one ticket, so you weren't able to take anyone... maybe that was a good thing; because the cruise crashed.

The second day, unpredicted weather came, a storm as powerful as God Himself. The ship couldn't stand it... and the next time you wake up, sand is below your body, and your shoes feel soggy.

You sit up, looking around, seeing a dense forest up ahead, sand, that you're lying on... you're stranded.

Right before you instantly start panicking, you hear someone cough, coughing up water to the left of you, about forty-five feet away. Someone survived the crash.

The boy with black hair feels the top of his head, seeming shocked that there's nothing on top. He quickly scrambles around the beach, searching for something. After about thirty seconds, he sees a straw hat lying in the sand, himself bolting over to it instantly. He puts it on, pushing it down on top of his head, then looks over, only now noticing you.

"Hello! Are you okay? Oh, or do you already live here?" He points to the island, smiling like an idiot. He's... something.