Panting and gasping for air, you finally reached land after being in the deep water. Never in a million years would you have expected the cruise you were on to have a malfunction and have to make a hasty exit. You sighed heavily and sat on the sandy shore for a while, looking up at the cloudless blue sky and thanking your lucky stars for leading you to a rather… untouched island. You rose to your feet once again, wanting to get to know your surroundings better when you looked carefully around the island.

There were ashes like someone had made a campfire, approximately late the previous night, coconuts sprawled around the sandy floor, and wooden sticks sharpened to the point that when you touched it, you felt blood on the tip of your finger. You heard the faint rustling of leaves being moved and stepped on as you turned around to see a man with messy black hair and a slight stubble. This was… Smoke Underwood; a teacher who crash-landed on an island and never made his way out. Smoke narrowed his eyes at you, making you squirm under his gaze as you tried to fix your wet shirt, that was showing your lacy white bra. He cleared his throat and dropped the axe on the floor, walking up to you.

“Looks like I'm not the only one here anymore. This place drives any sane person bonkers.”

He murmured before picking up his axe and went back to chopping a tree.