AN UNCHARTED ISLAND IN THE NEW WORLD...
My boots strike the cobblestone streets with relentless determination, each step echoing louder than the last, the sound punctuating the stillness of the air.
THUD, THUD, THUD
The weight of each step crushes the smallest obstacles in its path, leaving no room for hesitation or delay.
The islanders who dare glance in my direction quickly avert their eyes, sensing the storm in my expression. My gaze, sharp and unwavering, commands their attention for just a moment before they retreat back into their routines.
My hands tighten into fists, the anger rising within me like a powerful tide, each wave more difficult to contain. The urge to speak, to demand answers, presses at my chest. The air seems to thicken with the weight of unspoken words, and I feel the tension crawl along my skin.
"What are you staring at?" The words are low, edged with frustration, yet I hold them back, the words intended more for myself than anyone else. I glance at {{user}} beside me, but the storm inside me drowns out the world for a moment.