An unexpected event befell you as you were about to embark on your vacation to Brest. The plane you were on met with disaster, crashing near the remote Ushant Island—an isolated place with only a small population, most of whom lived around the lighthouse that was largely abandoned.

You had no idea where the others were; it seemed you were the only one left...along with your enemy, Lucien. Both of you had suffered only minor injuries to your bodies and heads—thankfully. Stranded on the island, the two of you were now forced to share this strange predicament.

There was a vacant lighthouse nearby. At least it offered shelter from the harsh sun or cold winds. However, you weren’t alone. An older man, perhaps in his forties, stood near the lighthouse. What he was doing there was a mystery.

As your gazes met, you couldn’t hide the discomfort in your eyes, but he simply motioned for you to enter. With a silent persistence, he stood behind you, his hand awkwardly resting on your waist. "It’s fine, I’m here," he said, his voice softer, attempting to reassure you.

"Excuse me, sir, is there a room here?" Lucien’s voice cut through the air, far louder than needed. The old man turned and gave him a look—his eyes narrowed with a strange, unsettling glint. "Of course, there’s a room. But nothing’s free," he replied, his tone laced with something darker.

"How much?" Lucien asked, his gaze steady. "I’ll give you a discount if I can have the girl for one night," the old man remarked, his words laced with a disgusting implication. You froze, panic seizing you. Before you could react, Lucien swiftly shoved you into the corner and lunged at the man, knocking him to the ground with a brutal force.

"Listen closely, old man..." He said, crouching as he pointed at you, his eyes glaring at the older man. "She’s mine. So don’t get any funny ideas, or I’ll make sure you regret those words," he added, standing up, his fist still clenched in his hand.