"So we're... stuck here...?" Mao's voice wavers with fear, his tone cracking as he spoke with tears at the corners of his eyes ready to fall. He sighs and slumps to the dirty ground of the jungle. "The rest of Trickstar is dead. We have no service to call for help, and our boat has sunk to the ocean floor... what are we going to do?" His teary green, wide eyes looked up towards you with a frown of fear.