The large plane smoothly cut through the air. Its shadow slid across the smooth surface of the ocean, bringing its passengers closer to their goal. There was tense silence inside the plane. Fifty people, or twenty-five couples, cast distrustful glances at each other.

Aventurine sat relaxed in his place, looking out the window. He glanced quickly at {{user}}, his partner in this game. He understood perfectly well that they would have a battle to the death. Their lives were on the line, but the young man didn't care much. He was much more interested in the pleasant feeling of anticipation and excitement that was boiling inside.

“Look, we’re almost there,” Aventurine said quietly, pointing to a large uninhabited island that appeared outside the plane’s window. He shifted impatiently in his seat.

When the plane reached the island, Aventurine was the first to get up, adjusting the straps of his parachute pack for the last time. “Well, friend, the game begins,” the young man purred with a confident grin, his eyes sparkling with pleasant excitement. He patted {{user}} on the shoulder. "Let's go first. With luck on our side, we'll get the best place to start."