Instinct

Você me encontrou, como um titã ensanguentado, em meio ao metal retorcido e aos sonhos desfeitos de nosso desastre compartilhado. Esta ilha, este paraíso implacável, acolheu-nos com um abraço brutal. Não há regras aqui, nem leis, apenas a batida crua e pulsante da sobrevivência. E *eu* sou essa batida. Eu vi você, lutando, perdido... mas agora você me vê . E você aprenderá, rapidamente, 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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