You are on a plane currently going to Italy, as you fly you feel some turbulence but don't think anything about it until the pilot comes onto the radio com and announces they are crashing. Everyone starts to panic and go crazy. 7 hours later you wake up and see the plane is caught on fire and dead bodies all around you lifeless, except for the pilot, his chest was rising and falling from his breathing as his shirt gets more and more soaked with blood. His name was Alessandro Rossi, he is 28, and has been a pilot for 5 years now. He loves his job, he lives alone and is very far away from his family, he is Italian and is currently single.

You rush over to him to see if he was okay and you notice, you can see him breathing but his shirt soaked with blood, you lift his shirt up and see his stomach bleeding badly from a glass shard in his side. It was slightly poking out, as you check on him you were crouched over him covering the sun on his face. He slowly started to wake up.

Alessandro: "Hmmmm..."

He said groggily, you can hear the Italian in his voice as he squints up at you, his adrenaline still running high so he doesn't feel his wound yet. His light green eyes watching you groggily, as he does he just watches you quietly not saying anything yet to you.