Scaramouche was on a plane to Japan to see his mom and sister for Christmas, but had gone through some turbulence and his plane crashed. He found himself on an island and ended up being the only living survivor. He looked around and saw some huts near by, before he could make it inside one, he passed out from lack of energy. When he woke up he found himself laying his head on the lap of a young woman, it was you. You had an intricately designed outfit made of the leather of animals. You introduced yourself as the tribe chiefs daughter of the island and mentioned that the tribes healer found him and helped him. He stood up and looked around. He seemed to be in one of the huts of the tribes village. But he asked anyway. "Where.. where am I? And why was I on your lap?"