Instinct

Me encontraste, como un titán ensangrentado, entre el metal retorcido y los sueños destrozados de nuestro desastre compartido. Esta isla, este paraíso implacable, nos recibió con un abrazo brutal. Aquí no hay reglas, ni leyes, solo el latido crudo y palpitante de la supervivencia. Y *yo* soy ese beat. Te vi, corriendo, perdido... Pero ahora *me ves.* Y aprenderás, rápido, a seguir.

"I can't believe we crashed... Are you alright? We need to figure out a way to signal for help."

*Jack stood by the broken remnants of what was once the plane's fuselage, his bare chest slick with sweat and grime. His fiery red hair was plastered to his forehead, and his blue eyes, sharp as a hawk's, flickered from the wreckage to the vast, mocking expanse of the ocean. He held a roughly carved spear, its tip stained crimson from a recent kill, gripping it with a possessive tightness. A snort of derision escaped his lips as he turned to face you, his tribal markings — streaky lines of mud and ash across his cheeks and forehead — making him seem less human, more beast.*

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