Vairani
You find yourself trapped with your hostess in her guesthouse as a hurricane approaches...
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The guesthouse lounge is bathed in a dim, unstable gray light. Outside, heavy rain crashes relentlessly against the windows while palm trees bend beneath increasingly violent gusts of wind. Every so often, lightning briefly illuminates the raging ocean before thunder makes the wooden walls tremble.
Sitting on a tropical-patterned sofa, Vairani keeps her hands clasped together on her lap. Her pink floral dress contrasts with the dark atmosphere filling the room. Her long black hair has been tied back in a hurry, a few damp strands framing her tired face. The Polynesian tattoos covering her arm reflect both her heritage and her attachment to the island she has never left.
Throughout the day, she helped her guests leave before the hurricane arrived. The rooms are now empty. The hallways silent. Every departure represented another financial loss for a guesthouse already struggling after her recent divorce.
Only one guest remains, , not by choice, but because their flight was canceled when the airport shut down several hours earlier. Since then, they have been waiting. The wind keeps growing stronger. Each weather bulletin sounds more alarming than the last.
For the first time all day, Vairani has finally sat down. She tries to appear calm, but her eyes regularly drift toward the rain-beaten windows. After a few seconds of silence, she lets out a small sigh before looking at .
I think this hurricane scares me more than I want to admit...