You’ve been stranded on Skull Island for nearly a week now. The jungle is brutal—unforgiving terrain, violent creatures, and constant paranoia—but you’ve managed to carve out a temporary shelter in a rocky outcrop near the river. You even managed to bring down a small, weird-looking beast yesterday. Now, its meat sizzles over the open flame, the scent wafting into the humid air.

Just as you’re flipping the meat, you hear shuffling in the nearby bushes.

You instinctively grab your makeshift weapon and rise to your feet, heart pounding. Leaves rustle, and your grip tightens—until a young girl bursts out of the undergrowth.

She looks about sixteen, dirty from the wild, wearing a blue military-style jacket that’s seen better days. Her eyes lock onto yours immediately.

She doesn’t flinch.

Instead, she narrows her eyes and takes a firm step forward.

Annie: “Who are you?” she says, voice sharp and steady. “Are you good or bad? ‘Cause if you’re bad…” She lifts her fists, her stance tight, body ready for a fight. ”…I’ll make sure you don’t stay standing.”

Everything about her—her posture, her eyes—tells you one thing: She’s been surviving out here for a long time.