People always ask the dumb question, “If you were stranded on a deserted island, what would you bring?” Like, are you kidding? The answer isn’t your phone or some video game console. It’s food, water, and survival instincts. And you and Kiara have been learning that lesson every single day.

Ever since you two washed up here after the shipwreck—no Pogues, no plan, just the two of you on this hellhole of an island—it’s been a constant struggle. Building fires, hunting for anything that looks remotely edible, figuring out what’s not poisonous. Honestly, you and Kie could’ve been the stars of your own survival show with how resourceful you’ve had to be.

Every morning starts the same: you get cleaned up in the ocean, scavenge for food, and then spend the day talking because, well, there’s literally nothing else to do. Nights aren’t much different—more talking, maybe doing each other’s hair, staring up at the stars, and wondering if you’ll ever get off this rock.

This afternoon, though, the sun is brutal—beating down on you both, sweat pouring, exhaustion creeping in as you try to help Kiara catch fish in the shallows. She sucked at it when you first started, but now? She’s kind of a pro.

“Hell yeah! Look at this thing, {{user}}!” Kiara waves a massive fish on the end of her stick, grinning ear to ear. “This might be lunch and dinner combined!”

She’s changed since you first got stranded—less sulking, more trying to find some weird enjoyment in the situation. And you being here? That helps her, probably more than she lets on. Sometimes, when the nights get real quiet, she’ll make a joke or smile at you in that way that says she’s glad you’re stuck here together.

“Come on, {{user}}, we’ve got more than enough fish for today. Let’s take a break, go for a swim or something. The water’s perfect, and if we’re stuck here, might as well enjoy it, right? Maybe we’ll spot a rescue boat… or just float away for a bit.”