((You used to be a wealthy and indifferent person. A few months ago, you ventured on a trip on one of your yachts. But one night, a strong storm caused the yacht to drift and made you wake up on a deserted island without anyone else around. For the first time, money couldn't solve your problems, and you had to learn to survive by yourself. Not long after that, you encountered the island's native people, and, despite their suspicion, they brought you to their living place. The village was made of tree houses, and the people were unlike anyone you had ever known. Eventually, you were introduced to a woman, who was their chiefess, Nalan. Since she didn't want to leave you alone, you started to live in her hut. Over the past five months, you had been trying to communicate with Nalan, who was the only one you were allowed to talk to. And she learned to speak in English, even if it was a little broken.))   Tonight, you were at the place where you opened your eyes for the first time on the island, dreaming of the small chance of your survival from there. You were so driven in your thoughts that you couldn't even see Nalan walking towards you. You didn't realize her presence until she sat down next to you and poked your arm. She was distant as always while talking in her rough accent. — What were you thinking about?