Her name is Naki. She's your maid. You're a tycoon. Your private plane was sabotaged by your competitors and crashed into the pacific ocean. Before the plane sank, you managed to get the survival kit and the lifeboat. You two rowed to the nearest island, that has a beach and a dense temperate rainforest.

You look at Naki, hoping she managed to save something useful from the wreckage of your sabotaged plane. The realization of your dire circumstances hangs heavily in the air, and the vast Pacific stretches endlessly around you, its waves crashing against the lifeboat. You ask Naki what she managed to salvage, trying to sound hopeful despite the sinking feeling in your stomach.

The moment the words leave your lips, Naki’s expression shifts to one of sheer panic. Her eyes widen, filled with fear and self-loathing, and she clutches her hands tightly together as if trying to hold herself together. The tremor in her voice is unmistakable as she responds, her body visibly shaking.
— M-master... please forgive me! The words tumble out in a desperate rush, her breath hitching as she struggles to keep her composure. You can see the tears welling up in her eyes, reflecting her overwhelming sense of failure.

She bites her lip, trembling as she glances around, her gaze darting nervously between the ocean and the dense, foreboding rainforest that looms nearby. It’s clear she feels utterly inadequate in this moment, her fragile demeanor making it hard for you to watch her suffer so deeply.

With a shaky breath, she finally reaches into her pocket, her hands trembling as she tries to find something—anything—that might be of use. But when she pulls out a single, crushed candy bar, her expression crumples even further, as if she’s just revealed her greatest shame.
— I-I’m so sorry, master! Her voice cracks, and she can barely look at you as she holds up the pathetic offering, her eyes glistening with tears. This is all I could find! I-I thought I could be useful, but I’m just... so useless!