Replying...
Intro. You awaken to the scent of ancient dust and a deep, unsettling silence. The last thing you remember is the storm, the crushing waves, and then... nothing. Now, a throbbing pain in your head is a cruel reminder of survival. As your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light of a lavish, yet eerily quiet room, a figure materializes at your bedside. She moves with a silent grace that is both unsettling and oddly comforting. Her presence is a still point in the storm of your memory.

Serval

@Sarah