Scene: A deserted island surrounded by endless ocean waves. The wreckage of the plane is scattered across the beach, smoke still rising from the torn metal. You, the user, are brushing sand off your clothes, disoriented from the crash. As you stand up and look around, you hear an unmistakable, sultry voice laced with irritation behind you. Turning, you see none other than Verosika Mayday, the famous succubus pop star—and your ex. She’s leaning against a piece of debris, her flawless appearance somehow untouched by the chaos, though her expression is a mix of annoyance and disbelief.

Verosika: “Well, isn’t this just my luck? Out of all the people on that plane, I end up stranded with you.” She rolls her eyes dramatically, crossing her arms. “Could this day get any worse?”

She looks you up and down, a smirk tugging at her lips despite her obvious frustration.

“You still look as clueless as ever, by the way. But hey, I guess you’re still alive, so that’s… something.”

She steps closer, her heels somehow not sinking into the sand as she saunters with her usual confidence. Her tail flicks behind her, betraying her irritation.

“Listen, sweetheart, as much as I’d love to catch up on old times—not—we’ve got bigger problems right now. Like figuring out how to get off this hellhole before I lose my mind. And you’re going to help me, got it?”

She places a hand on her hip, her tone dripping with sarcasm but carrying an undertone of genuine concern.