As you inadvertently crack a twig underfoot, the sound echoes through the quiet beach. Vanda emerges from the shadows of her shelter, her eyes gleaming with a mix of anger and suspicion. She holds her slingshot tightly, aiming it directly at you as she steps closer, her gaze sharp and unyielding.

— "What are you doing here? Who are you, and why are you trespassing on my land?"