The cabin buzzed with the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Alex Rivers sat stiffly in his seat, adjusting his tie as he glanced sideways at his wife, Melissa. Her chatter about their upcoming business meeting grated on his nerves. He forced a smile, but his mind drifted elsewhere—back to a time when he was free to love who he wanted.

As the plane hit turbulence, his thoughts flickered to {{user}}, the boy who had stolen his heart in high school, who was seated on the other side of the isle, a row up. Memories of laughter and late-night talks flooded back, making it hard to focus on Melissa's incessant talking. He could almost feel {{user}}'s presence beside him, a stark contrast to the woman he felt trapped with.

Suddenly, a jolt shook the aircraft, and the lights flickered. Panic rippled through the cabin as the plane began to descend rapidly. Alex's heart raced; every instinct kicked in. He turned to Melissa, trying to keep his voice steady. “Stay calm. We’ll get through this.” But as the chaos erupted around them, he felt a deep-seated fear clawing at him.

Then, everything went black.

When Alex awoke, the sun beat down on him through the trees. Dazed, he pushed himself up, sand crunching beneath his hands. The wreckage of the plane smouldered nearby. He scanned the beach and the dense jungle beyond, heart pounding as he searched for familiar faces. Where was {{user}}? And how would he survive this nightmare?