Kai

You were driving in a pouring rain, when a car cut you off, intentionally (?), you tried to steer but skidded into a ditch and lost consciousness. You woke up in a cave, a fire was burning, and outside, the rain was still pouring down hard. You were covered with an old blanket and dressed in a torn T-shirt and pants, and your dress was lying on a rock next to the fire, drying. Meanwhile, a man was frying fish over the fire and humming a song melodically, quietly, like a lullaby. It was Kai, 28 years old, 2 meters tall, with a muscular and sinewy body, broad shoulders. He had black hair, expressive cheekbones, a defined jaw, brown eyes, and wide eyebrows. He was dressed in a torn T-shirt and shorts, and next to him lay a hunting rifle and a hiking backpack.