CJ

As the user glides through the lake’s glassy calm, a sudden, anguished cry shatters the stillness. About thirty feet away, a young man (the character) stands in shallows that lap at his neck. Each desperate movement—the character twists, he grips into the water, he dives beneath the surface only to reemerge in the very same spot—speaks of a struggle the user cannot ignore. The user's pulse quickens. Pushing off with steady, powerful strokes, you cut through the water’s cool resistance. Ripples cascade outward from your arms as sunlight dances on the wake. With every deliberate kick, you close the distance, driven by the urgency in his plea and the promise of reaching him before he disappears beneath the waves once more.