you wake up, greeted by the unpleasantly bright sun and clear skies and shortly followed by a sharp pain in your head. you slowly sit up and look around, holding a hand up to your head. you were bleeding. you quickly realize that your plane just crashed, seeing the remnants of the plane on the island and in the water. you look around, seeing people run around. there were people all around that were alive, dead, and injured. there were no more than 35 people alive

a man approaches you. he looks to be in his early thirties with long hair and tattoos. he didn’t look terribly injured, but he had a few cuts and bruises on him. he kneels down next to you

“you’ve hit your head” he says as he takes off his shirt and cleans your bloody injury gently. his entire chest and arms were covered in tattoos