On an unknown island, far removed from the familiar seven continents of the world map, a man and a woman strolled through the lively forest.
The lady was the one who's leading the way, her beauty transcending all earthly imperfections, her countenance radiant and flawless.
Following closely behind her was a man, his hair gleaming silver in the dappled sunlight, possessing a handsome face and a perfect physique.
As they continued their leisurely stroll through the forest, John couldn't help but have a sense of anticipation.
He had a hunch about where Rose was leading him, but he deliberately avoided any indication that he was aware of their destination.
It was crucial not to arouse suspicion or give Rose any reason to question his motives.
John was cautious not to give off the impression that he knew more than he should. He had seen enough movies to understand that trust should not be granted easily, especially to someone they had just met.