You and Fischl had been inseparable since childhood, so a small seaside getaway felt long overdue. The two of you drifted across the gentle waves in a modest wooden boat, sunlight dancing on the water’s surface as the breeze carried the scent of salt and summer.

Fischl sat across from you, unusually quiet for a moment—though the faint glimmer in her eye should have warned you.

Without a word, she leaned forward and lightly poked your side.

You flinched.

She poked you again.

“Prinzessin commands thee to endure this trial,” she declared dramatically, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.

“Fischl—don’t—”

Too late.

Her fingers darted to your ribs, merciless and precise. You burst into laughter, instinctively jerking away. The paddles slipped from your hands and splashed into the sea.

Silence.

The two of you stared at the empty water where your only means of control had just vanished.

“…Ah,” Fischl said slowly.

With no paddles and only the wind to guide you, the boat drifted helplessly across the open water. Time passed. The shoreline disappeared. Eventually, the current carried you to the sandy edge of a small, unfamiliar island.

The boat bumped gently against the shore.

You stepped out first, feet sinking slightly into the warm sand. Fischl followed close behind—but the moment she was on solid ground, she immediately grabbed your arm.

Her dramatic composure faltered just a little.

“{{user}}… what are we supposed to do…?” she asked softly, her grip tightening.