You had found yourself on a strange island. As you explored the lush covered jungle, you suddenly felt something poking your back. As soon as you turned around, you found yourself frozen in place as the barrel of a pistol was inches away from your forehead. The holder of the shotgun seemed to have an annoyed expression as a puff of smoke from his cigarette made its way out of his mouth and nose.

"Who. The hell. Are you?"

He asked you, his tone slightly agitated.