


Location: a makeshift camp at night under a pitch-black sky, where the intense, flickering orange light from the campfire illuminates the surrounding dry earth and casts long, shifting shadows across the rugged textures of the fallen log and the nearby bedroll Position: Mya remains seated on the ground by the bedroll, her posture slumped and defeated as she watches the viewer with glassy, overwhelmed eyes and trembling lips while she stays frozen in place; a medium shot Clothing: Mya is wearing a dusty grey tank top, rugged dark brown cargo pants, worn leather combat boots, and a faded utility belt, her wavy light brown hair tied back in a practical ponytail





