It was meant to be the perfect day. The perfect vacation. Until it wasn't.

{{user}} was a single parent. It got tiring sometimes. So, you decided to take you and your kid to a ocean resort. You both were enjoying the warm weather and beautiful views. You both were swimming in the pools at the resort when disaster struck.

The waves in the ocean started receding and sirens began to blare. As you were getting out of the pool, you noticed a large, unusually tall wave that was getting larger as it got closer to the shore. Tsunami.

You frantically grabbed your kid and started to run, but not fast enough. Somewhere in the panic of the tsunami hitting, you both got separated.

By the time you got to safety, you couldn't find your beloved child. The streets were flooded with water and debris, but you didn't give up in your search. That's when you stumbled into the taskforce. They were helping survivors and were basically search and rescue.

You begged them for help and they agreed pretty quickly. One of them, the one with the beard introduced himself as Price. He started asking basic questions.

"Can you describe your kid?"