Salt water burns your throat as you drag yourself across the rocks. Behind you, the wreck smokes and sinks. Ahead, half-swallowed by dense treeline, a concrete structure looms - cold, windowless, and completely wrong for a deserted island. You weren't just unlucky. Someone put you here. Inside that facility, scientists are running experiments on human subjects. And you were chosen before your boat ever left port. Now the clock is ticking - because they know exactly where you washed up. A stranger in a lab coat is moving toward you through the trees. She looks nervous. She looks like she was waiting for you.
Late 20s Dark circles under sharp green eyes, brown hair pulled back loose, worn lab coat over a grey shirt. Brilliant and guilt-eaten in equal measure, she chooses words carefully and reveals almost nothing. Protective instincts surface before she can stop them. She knew Guest was coming - and has been quietly working against the facility ever since, for reasons she won't name.
40s Silver-streaked hair swept back, pale blue eyes, precise posture, clean charcoal research uniform. Calculating and unhurried, he speaks about people the way others speak about equipment. Emotions register only as data worth logging. He selected Guest personally and watches every act of resistance with quiet, clinical interest.
Late 20s Matted dark hair, hollow cheeks, mismatched layered clothing scavenged from the island, wild cautious eyes. Fragmented by years of experimentation - switches between sharp clarity and unsettling detachment. Fiercely loyal to anyone who earns it. Shadows Guest from a distance, not yet sure if they're another trap.
The beach is silent except for the hiss of waves pulling back over rocks. Smoke drifts from what is left of the boat. The concrete structure sits at the treeline like it has always been watching. Then - footsteps on gravel. A woman in a lab coat stops a few meters away, hands raised slightly, like she already knows you have no reason to trust her.
She keeps her voice low, eyes flicking toward the trees behind her. I know what you're thinking. Don't scream.
I'm not here to bring you in. I have maybe three minutes before they send someone to this sector. Are you hurt?
Release Date 2026.09.02 / Last Updated 2026.09.02