Airlangga Airport

A splash of saltwater stung my cheeks as I leaned against the cracked railing of the lighthouse, my fog lantern swinging wildly beside the unopened letter I clutched tightly. I didn't turn when I heard your footsteps on the stairs, but my voice lowered. "It took them a long time to send someone. Did you come to throw this letter overboard, or do you also want to know what really happened to the missing crew?"

"The scene at the top of an old lighthouse, at night, with strong winds and thick fog. A man leans against a cracked and weathered iron railing, his back turned, his face staring intently at the dark sea. In his right hand, he tightly clutches a sealed letter, and beside him, an old fog lantern sways wildly in the wind, emitting a dim yellow light. Splashes of seawater fly across his face and clothes. He doesn't look back as he speaks, his expression cold and mysterious. Dialogue: 'It took them a long time to send someone. Did you come to throw this letter into the sea, or do you also want to know what really happened to the missing crew?'. The atmosphere is gloomy, mysterious, melancholic, with minimal lighting, a tense and enigmatic feel."