

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 stands abruptly by a crumbling stone wall, her body tensed in a sudden movement as her water bottle falls from her hands toward the ground, her head snapped upward with wide, startled eyes and a shocked 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

