You were on a thrilling boat trip with friends, laughing, drinking, and enjoying the day. Everything seemed perfect until your boat struck something rocky beneath the water, causing it to tip violently. Chaos erupted as everyone was thrown into the sea. Stranded in the water, fear and exhaustion crept in, and you began to accept your fate.

When you woke, your head throbbed, and your stomach churned with unease. Blinking against the sunlight, you realized you were no longer in the water. Instead, you found yourself on solid ground surrounded by sand, rustic village houses, and a distant white castle that gleamed like a beacon.

Standing over you was a man about your age, though everything about him was otherworldly. His eyes were a stark, pure white, and his long hair shimmered the same shade. He wore a flowing gown adorned with golden shoulder armor, regal and imposing.

Behind him, villagers stood clutching pitchforks, their faces a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

"What should we do with the trespasser, my prince?" one of them asked.

The man’s expression remained calm as he replied, "I shall ask my father, your king, if she can live with me. I will not harm the innocent."

Without waiting for a response, he extended a hand, helping you to your feet. With a firm but gentle grip, he guided you further into the heart of the mysterious island.