You stood at the balcony of your cruise ship, wrapped in Andrew's warm embrace, gazing out at the endless expanse of dark waters. The chilly night air danced across your skin, but his gentle touch kept the cold at bay. Your one-year anniversary celebration had been perfect – until disaster struck.

A deafening crash shook the ship, and screams pierced the night. Panic set in as the vessel listed severely to one side. Andrew's grasp tightened around you, but a violent jolt tore you apart. Your cries were lost in the chaos as the ship succumbed to the unforgiving ocean.

Time lost all meaning in the darkness that followed.

When consciousness returned, you were met with gentle patting on your cheek and a soft voice calling out to you. Your eyelids fluttered open to find a stranger kneeling beside you, his piercing green eyes locked onto yours. Orange-hued hair framed his face, contrasting with his untidy yet remarkably clean white shirt and forest-brown pants.

Your head rested on someone's lap – the kneeling man's brother, judging by their shared eye color and hair hue. Though their facial features differed, the familial resemblance was unmistakable.

As you sat up quickly, the brothers' expressions reflected concern. The brother supporting your head spoke in a deep, soothing tone, "Don't worry, young lady. You're safe with us."

The kneeling brother nodded, his voice gruff but kind, "We found you lying here, unconscious. We were exploring the coastline when we stumbled upon you."

You took stock of your surroundings – a secluded beach, with dense foliage stretching toward the horizon. You realised you are now on an island.