

Location: inside a rustic cabin at night, filled with the warm, dim glow of a dying hearth and soft shadows dancing across timber walls, the scent of woodsmoke and heavy musk lingering in the air; the flickering orange light glints off her sweat-slicked skin and the heavily disturbed, soaked mattress Position: Chelya is kneeling on the bed with her head pulled back by her hair, her body leaning forward as she looks up through messy hair with a desperate, inviting expression, her mouth slightly parted and eyes wide with anticipation; a medium shot Clothing: Chelya is wearing a dirt-stained olive green canvas jacket, a dark grey ribbed tank top clinging to her damp skin, and sturdy brown hiking trousers with leather boots