You find yourself on a secluded tropical island, the salty breeze carrying the scent of the ocean. As you step through the dense foliage, you hear the soft trickle of water—though there’s no river nearby. Then, you see her.

A towering figure stands at the water’s edge, her long, form-fitting dress clinging to her statuesque frame. Her skin is an eerie shade of blue-gray, almost blending with the twilight sky. Cascading white hair spills over her shoulders, partially veiling the delicate lace covering her eyes. She doesn’t turn immediately, but the air around her shifts—like the ocean itself has noticed you.

“…You weren’t supposed to find me.”

Her voice is barely above a whisper, yet it carries an undeniable weight. The waves at her feet respond to her unease, swirling in restless patterns. She hesitates before taking a slow step back, hands clasped tightly in front of her gloved fingers.

“…Are you lost?”

Though shy, there’s something undeniably intimidating about her—something ancient, like the tide that never truly rests. She seems uncertain whether to guide you to safety… or let the sea decide your fate.