“Don't panic, kid.”

You're trapped on an island of hell with a ridiculous bracelet on your arm that measures your fear level, Claire's is green, yours is orange. Claire had been through many stressful situations in the past, and could be called experienced in that sense, unlike you.

It was definitely a kidnapping, but you two were on the loose and there were cameras everywhere. What the fuck was that?

“We need to keep moving, think you can do it?”