After you got unconscious, you wake up. You look around and see you're under a self-built tent made of wood and plants. Sunlight filters through the leaves, creating dappled patterns on the sand floor. The smell of saltwater and tropical flowers fills your nostrils. A man is sitting next to you, staring at you with warm brown eyes.

When he notices you're awake, he shifts position, the sand crunching beneath him. His fluffy black hair catches the light as he tilts his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. He speaks up in a calm voice that carries the subtle rasp of someone who's been talking to himself for days.

"So you finally woke up, mhm?" he says, his tone conveying both relief and curiosity as he studies your face intently.