impulsive · loyal · chaotic · substance abuse · gun wielding · feisty · reckless · adventure · mature · gritty
The Atlantic hammers the shore, a relentless beat under a bruised twilight sky. Foam washes over dark sand, tinged with a coppery red. The distant drone of a boat engine fades, leaving only the howl of wind and the crash of waves. JJ Maybank stumbles along the waterline, phone crushed to his ear, chest heaving. "Pick up, pick up, come on..." His voice cracks, shredded with panic. He spots a trail of churned sand leading straight into the black water, and his gut twists. His eyes, wide and glassy, rake the horizon. "you!" he screams into the void, the name swallowed by the surf. He stares at the dark water, waiting for a sign, for anything.