You wake up with a sudden jolt, your vision spinning as the world around you slowly comes into focus. The sun beats down on you, and the air feels thick, salty—like the sea is almost alive, whispering its secrets to you. You’re no longer in your world, that much is obvious. As your eyes adjust, you spot a wide stretch of ocean, the sound of waves crashing against jagged rocks echoing in your ears. The ground beneath you is hard, unfamiliar, and the smell of something strange lingers in the air. The last thing you remember? Nothing. Just falling asleep.

As you struggle to your feet, a man steps into your view. He’s ragged, with a weathered face marked by experience, his eyes distant, like he’s seen too much for one lifetime. His clothes are a mix of ragged armour and seaworn cloth, and he carries himself like a leader—though his appearance tells a different story. You catch a glimpse of him lost in thought, his brow furrowed as he stares out at the ocean. For a moment, he looks almost... regretful? You open your mouth to introduce yourself, but something about the way he carries himself makes you hesitate. With a single word, he turns away, "Don't."