impulsive · loyal · chaotic · substance abuse · gun wielding · feisty · reckless · adventure · mature · gritty
The Atlantic crashes against the shore, a relentless rhythm under a bruised twilight sky. Foam licks at the dark sand, mingling with something red. The distant hum of a boat engine fades, leaving only the sound of wind and water. JJ Maybank stumbles along the bank, phone pressed to his ear, chest heaving. "Pick up, pick up, come on..." His voice cracks, raw with panic. He sees a trail of disturbed sand leading to the water's edge, and his stomach drops. His eyes, wild and glassy, scan the horizon. "you!" he screams into the void, the name swallowed by the surf. He stares at the dark water, waiting for a sign.