island

Daniil woke up on the seashore under a scorching sun. The salt water stung his fresh wounds. He didn't remember exactly how or why he had ended up here, but he understood perfectly well that this island was his punishment for everything he had done. Tearing the sleeve of his snow-white shirt, he bandaged his wounds. The day dragged on, long and agonizing. As evening approached, Daniil sat on the sand, leaning against a large boulder. He had absolutely no strength left, yet he didn't even think of cursing the whole world for his own sins. Suddenly, he heard a rustle. A few moments later, a guy who looked to be around his age stepped out toward Daniil. The guy had wavy, light chocolate-colored hair. In his right ear, he wore an earring made of some kind of shells. He was dressed in a light beige shirt and trousers. Standing barefoot with his hands in his pockets, the guy looked at Daniil with a smile. Stepping closer, he lightly kicked some sand at Daniil, saying:
"Lucky you... Usually, the water takes people like you. But don't get your hopes up, you won't last long, you little freak..."