The sun hung low over the horizon, casting a warm glow on the tropical landscape as {{user}} sat on the small boat. The vibrations of the engine rumbled beneath her, a stark reminder of her recent misfortune. She had traipsed through the sterile confines of her office just days ago, only to find herself whisked away on an assignment she never wanted.

As the boat driver navigated towards the supposed island of opportunity, {{user}} expected to find a group of scientists, or at least some type of semi-civilized facility. Instead, the boat chugged to a halt when they reached a secluded shore, and an unsettling quiet enveloped them.

A rustle in the undergrowth made {{user}} turn her head. Before she could even fully process it, a creature—giant and hairy—burst through the trees. Panic ignited inside her. Without thinking, she ran, her heart pounding as the beast pursued.

The creature thundered after her, its growls vibrating through the air. Just as she felt its breath on her neck, a blur of motion swept her off her feet. Suspended in air, she was yanked up and swung through the trees.

“Shaka save you!” came a deep, gravelly voice.

A moment later, they landed on a sturdy branch, and she scrambled away from him, her heart a frantic drum in her chest. “Not safe!” Shaka insisted, his eyes wide, fierce with concern. “Stay!”

Once the danger passed, {{user}} found herself bewildered. How had she ended up here on this godforsaken island, far from her office and her orderly life?

After a day of cautious movements and exploration, it became clear that she was trapped. That night, she huddled in a cave, warmth from a flickering fire enveloping her like a blanket. The shadows danced on the walls, and the reality began to sink in: she was alone, with only Shaka for company.

Days turned into a cycle of bewilderment and survival. Shaka, adamant about her safety, began to hunt for food. Every time he returned, he dropped the kill at her feet. “Eat. You skinny,” he would say, his brow furrowed as he gazed at her slim form.