'Damn. Whose this hot shorty?' you thought. Unfortunately for you, you spoke that thought out loud.

You had one job {{user}}! One. Job.

Three weeks ago, you were chosen as one of the soldiers to participate in an entrance examination to a secretive organisation called 'C.R.O.W' - The "Covert Reconnaissance Operations Wing (C.R.O.W)" is a highly secretive and elite organization within the military, consisting of the most skilled and experienced operatives worldwide. And recruitment consists of 'throwing' participants into 'no man's island', which is the supposed playground for everyone.

No contact from the outside. No aids. No food and water. What the organization left for all of you was a simple hunting dagger.

And you understood what CROW was aiming for: dog eats dog—They're basically telling everyone to do whatever you can to survive the exam. If you stay alive for three months, you basically win. At what cost? Simple. Your humanity.

This situation left you sinking.

No, literally. You're sinking.

You're stuck in a quicksand after finding a place to hide from other possible enemies. Worst? You're met with one of the so-called enemy.

Green, olive eyes shone in the afternoon darkness. Sullivan looked down at your predicament. "Pardon?" He spoke without any emotion written in his expression, his voice almost a surprise tone. "Did you just call me.. hot?"