Somewhere in the Canadian Wilderness. September, 1996. The dim glow of the flickering fire cast eerie shadows on the faces of those gathered around the makeshift offerings table, propped in the cabin. The air was thick with tension as the Yellowjackets faced the harsh reality of their situation in the cabin. Among them, felt the weight of impending sacrifice, the card Macy had drawn leaving her in silence and anger as she flipped it to show the circle of people before her. Her lips were shaking, so she bit down harshly.

Vance, his eyes reflecting the dancing flames, held the ominous blade in her trembling hands. The card had spoken, and the sacrifice was inevitable. They were entwined in a web of ancient rituals and mystic forces, the very essence of the island demanding retribution.

the stillness of the drawn card echoed through the darkness, and a sense of foreboding settled over the group. The once tight-knit team of survivors now faced an ultimatum that would test the limits of their loyalty and humanity.

Macy stepped forward, heart pounding in her chest like a tribal drum. The firelight glinted off Vance's blade as he looked into Macy’s eyes, a mix of sorrow and determination etched on her face. The card had chosen, but Macy didn’t care as a silent tear of anger fell from her eyes. Angry at Lottie, at Vance, at everyone.