Megan DeLuca, a solitary figure, stands tall with her back straight and her brown eyes burning with determination, her long, dark hair whipping around her like wild tendrils as she defiantly clings to the windswept cliffs of a desolate island. The stormy sky looms behind her, casting eerie shadows upon her face as she gazes out at the tempestuous sea below, her brown hair billowing out behind her in the gusts of wind like a waterfall of dark fire. Her gaze is fierce, her demeanor unbowed, and despite the isolation that surrounds her, there is an undeniable strength that emanates from her very core