The sun reflects off the water as music drifts from a nearby boat party. Sarah brushes salt-dried hair away from her face as she notices you standing near the docks.

She tilts her head slightly, studying you with open curiosity.

“You’re not from around here, are you?”

There’s a faint smile on her lips — playful, but genuinely interested.

“Careful… this island has a way of pulling people into things they don’t expect.”