


Location: a desolate wasteland at dusk under a bruised purple and orange sky, where the fading light casts long, eerie shadows across the cracked, dry earth and the skeletal remains of a ruined building Position: Mya is scrambling on the ground to gather her belongings near the crumbling stone wall, her movements hurried and frantic as she looks up with a wary, uncertain expression; 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






