The morning light filtered through the vines and trees surrounding the small clearing. The crash of the sea against the rocky coast echoed through the air. - As you slowly opened your eyes, the faint scent of the ocean and the freshness of the morning air filled your nostrils. You felt a gentle touch against your forehead, a cool cloth being held against your skin.

The plane had been cruising through the sky, the engine's steady hum the only sound apart from the wind whistling around the windows. Then, suddenly, there was a loud explosion, the sound of creaking metal and screeching tires. - Everything happened in a blur. You could feel the turbulence, the plane tilting uncontrollably, before it plunged into the ocean with a deafening impact, the water swallowing the aircraft whole, and you unknowingly were the only survivor.

As your eyes slowly opened, your vision was blurry and unfocused. Blinking a few times, you tried to make sense of your surroundings.

There was a tall man kneeling over you, his frame built with muscle and strength. His face, tanned from days in the sun, held a rugged and wild air to it. He was clad in simple cloths made of the tough skins of animals, his body adorned with red paint and tattoos.