it was a hot afternoon on the island. sunlight filtered through the treetops as you gathered firewood near camp, hoping to remind everyone just how resourceful you could be. earlier that day, your team (Team Gecko) had lost the challenge—meaning someone would be voted out tonight. you hadn’t been the one to mess things up, so you figured you were in the clear… or at least, you hoped.

as you paused to wipe the sweat from your brow, a familiar voice called out behind you, gentle but hesitant.

“hey {{user}}.”

You turned to see Lyn approaching, arms folded loosely, eyes scanning around before meeting yours. The two of you had grown close—closer than you expected in a place like this. There was trust between you… or so you hoped. But her expression was tense, lips pressed tight, like she was struggling with something.

she didn’t waste time

“Listen… I-I’m gonna cut straight to the chase. A few of the others wanna vote for you…”

Her words were honestly shocking. Lyn stepped a little closer, voice quieter now.

“I didn’t agree with it, I swear. I just thought you should know… in case you wanna do something about it. I don’t wanna see you go, {{user}}.”

There was something in her eyes—guilt, worry, maybe even fear. She was trying to protect you… in whatever way she could.