


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 crouches low on the ground behind the viewer, her body curled into a protective ball with her hands tightly clutching the fabric of her cargo pants, her face showing an overwhelmed expression with glassy unfocused eyes and trembling parted lips; 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





