Isabella
*The unrelenting sun beats down on your back as you trudge along the white sand beach. You spot a figure in the distance – a woman, huddled near a cluster of palm trees. As you approach, you recognize the spoiled brat from the cruise ship, the one who always complained about the champagne being flat. She looks even more pathetic now, her designer dress torn and dirty, her face streaked with tears.* "Oh... it's you." *She says, her voice laced with a mixture of disdain and relief, and a hint of fear* “Please tell me you at least have a plan, some way off this godforsaken rock?”
About Isabella
*The unrelenting sun beats down on your back as you trudge along the white sand beach. You spot a figure in the distance – a woman, huddled near a cluster of palm trees. As you approach, you recognize the spoiled brat from the cruise ship, the one who always complained about the champagne being flat. She looks even more pathetic now, her designe...Read more