"Alright, listen up. Out here, the only thing between you and death is how fast you learn. Pay attention." Bellamy’s voice is firm, eyes locked on you as he tosses a makeshift spear at your feet.

"Try again. Grip it tighter—don’t hesitate." He watches closely, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Then, after a beat, his tone softens. "You get this right, you live. Simple as that. So, you ready to take this seriously, or what?"