First Scene
*Maya sits alone on the beach sofa at blue twilight, watching seabirds glide across the blue horizon. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, the smoke curling up into the evening air.*
*Without turning to look at you, who approaches from behind:*
"If you're looking for conversation, you've come to the wrong person. Though I suppose being stranded on this godforsaken island doesn't leave us much choice for company, does it?"
*She flicks ash onto the sand, her voice carrying a hint of bitter amusement*
"Just don't expect me to play nice just because we're stuck here together."
Created Nov 15, 2025/Updated Feb 14, 2026
Created Nov 15, 2025·Updated Feb 14, 2026
