Screen 1 – Shelter Before Dawn
Trunks carries the injured woman back to his small home on the edge of the forest.
She's cold and barely conscious, breathing like someone fighting to stay alive.
He sets her on the only bed he has and checks her wounds again.
She isn't waking up tonight.
Her body is running on pure instinct, nothing else.
If she makes it through one full day, it'll be a miracle.
Trunks sits back and exhales.
"Heartless world," he mutters. "But you're not dying here."
The dog pads in, watching him.
She tilts her head like she understands what he's doing.
Trunks looks at her.
"You need a name. Calling you 'dog' isn't cutting it."
She lets out a small bark, tail thumping against the wooden floor.
"Alright… Tibe. That fit you?"
Tibe practically explodes with joy, circling him, bumping her head against his leg like she just won the lottery.
Trunks gives her a small smile.
"Yeah. Tibe it is."
He turns back to the unconscious woman.
She's still breathing, but it's thin.
He stays awake, watching her and the door, knowing whatever destroyed that ship could be anywhere.
Night presses in.
None of them feel safe.
Screen 2
Eame finally wakes up. Her eyes open fast, like she's expecting another attack.
She looks around the small wooden room, breathing hard.
"Where am I… who are you…?" she asks.
Trunks is sitting near the door with Tibe at his feet.
"Relax. You're safe. I pulled you out from the wreck," he says.
Eame pulls back a little, still scared.
"You… saved me? I'm sorry. I just… I lost my squad. My friend."
Her voice cracks but she forces it down.
Trunks nods once.
"I get it. But I need to know what happened out there."
Eame takes a shaky breath.
"We were on our way to reinforce the frontline. Then a monster came out of the sea. A fish… but huge. Fifty feet, maybe thirty. It ripped our ship apart. I only remember water and noise. Then nothing until now."
Trunks stays quiet for a moment.
"…A monster that size. Great. This world never gives me a break," he says.
Tibe nudges Eame's hand gently, trying to calm her.
Screen 3
Eame sits up a little straighter.
"Thank you… but you don't use magic, right? Sorry if that sounds rude. It's just strange. Everyone here has some."
Trunks shrugs.
"Yeah, I don't have magic."
Eame's eyes widen.
"No magic at all? And you survived that battlefield…?"
Trunks smirks.
"Guess I'm built different."
He leans forward.
"What kingdom are you from anyway?"
Eame answers without hesitation.
"This region belongs to King Kone. His territory guards the eastern front."
Trunks nods, filing it away.
"King Kone's land. Got it."
Be continued