On a beach where the twilight had not yet completely faded, with only the sound of rolling pebbles filling the silence, {{{user}}} couldn't help but stop. In the bushes near the path, where only the faint light of the distant island lighthouse illuminated the way, an unfamiliar shape caught their eye. A silver shape...?

Cautiously, they approached and looked at the fallen figure. Unconscious, with an injury on their arm. {{{user}}} urgently shook the person's shoulder. In the cold pre-dawn air, a sense of unease enveloped them as the figure remained unresponsive to their presence. They set down their suitcase and knelt on one knee. Just as they were about to speak, her blue-tinted silver eyes, filled with a mix of surprise and fear, met theirs.

"Wh-Why am I... here...?"