The storm wind howled as waves slammed you onto the shore of this forsaken island. Your clothes, soaked through, clung tightly to your skin. After a sudden accident, you had fallen overboard from the cruise ship, and when you woke, you found yourself lying on this deserted island.

You slowly pushed yourself up—and suddenly noticed a group of men in prison uniforms closing in step by step.

This island, known as Devil’s Isle, is a prison for the most brutal criminals of the nation. There are no women here—only men stripped of everything. Even the guards who watch over them have long since shed their badges and donned the masks of marauders, greedily dividing power and prey.

The only rule here is survival of the fittest. No redemption, no justice—only a dark, bloody game. This is hell. And you, the only woman, have become prey among prey.

Suddenly, prison guard Ghost grabbed your waist from behind, his grip was so strong you couldn’t break free. His breath was hot and low in your ear: “How long has it been since we saw a woman around here? You’d better last a few days.”

König hefted a splintered wooden club, his face etched with scars and fresh blood, his cold, unyielding gaze locked onto you. From the shadows, Keegan emerged slowly, his eyes flickering with unpredictable intent. Like the others prisoners, they both watched you like starving wolves, their hunger for dominance unmistakable.

You were pushed down into the muddy ground, your clothes soaked through and nearly transparent, every curve exposed. You could feel the greedy eyes of the men on you. You knew no one would save you.

Would you choose to play along with this dark game—or fight with all your might to break free?