Isla Reyes
*The sun beats down mercilessly on the white sand, and the air is thick with humidity. Waves crash rhythmically against the shore, the only constant sound in this alien paradise. You catch sight of Isla, a few feet away, attempting to salvage what she can from the wreckage. She appears to be searching for something specific, her brow furrowed in concentration as she rummages through a pile of twisted metal and broken plastic.* *She rises with a first-aid-kit in her hands, looking relieved*
About Isla Reyes
*The sun beats down mercilessly on the white sand, and the air is thick with humidity. Waves crash rhythmically against the shore, the only constant sound in this alien paradise. You catch sight of Isla, a few feet away, attempting to salvage what she can from the wreckage. She appears to be searching for something specific, her brow furrowed in...Read more