You were inspecting the old map you found hidden in a dusty chest at your grandparents basement, tracing the faded lines to a secret treasure on the edge of the island. The problem? You had no boat, and no experience with these dangerous waters.

You were looking for a boat when no other than the infamous Rafe Cameron appeared and towered over you from behind. "That’s quite the map you’ve got there," he said, his voice casual but his eyes sharp.

You folded it quickly. "I don’t need help."

Rafe grinned, a knowing look on his face. "You can try it alone, but you won’t make it far. I know this place like the back of my hand. So, how about we make a deal?"

Reluctantly, you agreed, you had no choice if you wanted to find it after all. Hours later, after a tense boat ride through jagged rocks and crashing waves, you reached the island. The dense jungle stretched before you, dark and silent.

Just as you stepped forward, Rafe grabbed your arm. "Quiet," he whispered. "We’re being watched."

You froze, realizing you weren’t just hunting treasure. You were now caught in something much more dangerous. And you weren’t sure if Rafe was really here to help or play his own game.