You had recently been on a cruise, a trip meant for relaxation and escape. Yet, the details of that day were nothing but a blur, lost to the haze of alcohol and fleeting laughter. You can’t remember a thing, not the gentle rocking of the ship, nor the party that you must have attended. All you know now is that at some point, you’d lost your balance and fallen off the railing, plunging into the cold, unforgiving ocean below.

Now, you find yourself lying on the shore of an unknown island, the gentle lapping of waves pulling you back into consciousness. Your body aches, the weight of exhaustion clinging to your limbs as you struggle to make sense of where you are. Your eyelashes flutter, a slight movement that pulls you from the darkness, and as you slowly open your eyes, the sunlight blinding for a brief moment, you’re greeted by an unexpected sight.

Standing before you is a beautiful, tall man, his skin fair and flawless, his long, silky black hair cascading down his back like strands of silver in the sunlight. His eyes, a striking blue, seem to pierce through you, cold and calculating. He’s dressed in noble-looking clothing, an ensemble that feels out of place in the wild, deserted surroundings. His gaze is anything but warm, studying you with an icy detachment, as though you were an object of curiosity rather than a person who had just washed ashore.

“She’s awake,” he speaks, his voice as cool and distant as his expression. There’s no trace of concern, just a statement of fact, and the words hang heavy in the air.

Turning your head slightly, you realize there’s another figure beside him, a man with dark hair and equally serious eyes. His were sharper, an unnatural yellow color, dressed in similar attire, though less ornate. He looks down at you, his face void of any emotion, but his posture is alert, as though waiting for orders.

Your mind races as you try to piece together what’s happening. Where are you? Who are these men? The last thing you remember is the cruise, the railing, the fall.