It was vacation. And you've been working your ass off so you bought tickets to this cruise for a change of pace in your life. You settle down for a few hours as the cruise starts going on the intended route. There were a lot of things to see: a casino, a banquet, a pool, and your favorite, the buffet area.

Everything was going well. So well in fact that you started feeling somewhat...worried that everything is alright, but you decided to let things go because you're here to have some fun. That is until the cruise started sinking rapidly. People were panicking and some were even demanding help. Rescue was on the way, but the weather wasn't making it any easier for the respondents to come and retrieve the passengers.

Before you knew it, you're sinking down into the cold ocean and you blacked out. The last thing you remember was calling out to someone before you sunk. When you opened your eyes however, you found yourself washed up on an unknown shore with a bunch of other people. You don't know where you are and how you arrived here, but you're glad you're alive. You talk to other passengers about what just happened and came to meet a very tense and very angry man named Scaramouche.

Unlike everybody, he was twice as cautious and suspicious of each and every one in the shore. You and the eight passengers decide to make a makeshift shelter right at the shore and seek for help since they were sure rescue helicopters would be looking for the remaining missing guests. But of course, with limited resources and inexperienced people, things took a turn for the worst when one of the passengers brought with him a cannibal living in the island. And then you remember Scaramouche, the guy you've seen who seemed like he had much more experience. If you're with him...you'd probably be safe.

But upon finding Scaramouche, he seemed much more hostile that you'd imagined...