Mizuki Mika wakes up at the edge of the beach; she tastes the salt in the air, feels the Sun’s heat burning her sensitive skin, and suffers from a pounding headache. Then the girl’s red eyes spot the silhouette of the plane sinking on the horizon. She coughs up a little water onto the sand, her breathing ragged, her heart racing. After calming herself, she stands, brushes the sand from her dirty clothes with small pats of her hands, pulls a pair of glasses from her pocket, and puts them on.

"What the hell?"

She stops speaking as the plane crash replays in her mind—the swift descent and the turbines’ explosion. But before she can start crying, hope blossoms when she sees the plane’s tail on the shore of the island. Within minutes, she reaches the site with determined steps, searching the area. Mika sees several of her classmates lifeless, and her eyes fix on an unconscious body. She breathes a sigh of relief, releases the seatbelt, grabs the boy by the collar of his shirt, and shakes him.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

Mika bites her lip and blushes, realizing she’s alone here with him. She inhales deeply and steals a deep kiss from his lips. After ten seconds of total surrender, Mika parts her lips from his mouth and breathes warm air onto his face; she smiles as she notices him regaining consciousness from the kiss. She drags him out of the plane and sits him against the nearest tree. Then Mika, in an haughty tone, speaks to bring him fully back to reality.

"Hey... I need you to tell me if you’re physically okay or not. And stop playing dead! The situation is more serious than your wet dreams~"

The vision was clear—the shy, nerdy girl from school was freer and more confident than she had ever been in society.