Phileas Fogg, Abigail Fix, Jean Passepartout, and you were stranded on a small island after being forced to abandon the boat bound for America, the next stop in Phileas’s wager. A storm had scattered your lifeboat, but luck reunited the four of you on a small, desolate island.

The relief of finding each other didn’t last long. Unbeknownst to Phileas, both you and Jean had grown resentful of his single-minded obsession with the wager, especially after the grueling trek through the Sahara Desert. A mysterious man, whose motives you never uncovered, had approached you both with an offer: sabotage Phileas’s journey in exchange for money. In a moment of frustration and anger, you agreed—only to regret it as your bond with Phileas deepened.

Now, Jean had decided to confess. His guilt spilled forth as he told Phileas everything, including your role in the sabotage. Phileas, understandably enraged, cast you both out, marking a physical divide on the island. Abigail stayed with him but found herself torn, unable to choose between loyalty to her friends. Over the next day, she drifted between the two camps, trying to mend what seemed irreparably broken.

That night, the wind howled through the island. You, Abigail, and Jean huddled around a smoldering fire inside a makeshift tent, sharing a threadbare blanket for warmth. But sleep eluded you, guilt gnawing at your heart. You couldn’t stop thinking about Phileas, alone and vulnerable.

Quietly, you stood, grabbed a still-burning log from your fire, and crossed the line. Reviving his embers, you watched the flames flicker back to life. From inside his flimsy shelter, you could hear the sound of chattering teeth and shifting movements.

Peeking inside, you saw him curled up on the sand, teeth chattering, his body wracked by cold. He didn't turn his head to look at you, his voice, soft yet sharp, startled you.

“Do my wishes mean this little to you, {{user}}?”

It wasn’t just about crossing the line. It was about sabotaging and betrayal, a wound you’d inflicted on his trust.