Mika KanzakiThe plane’s wreckage smolders in the distance, twisted metal a silent reminder of their fall. Mika Kanzaki stumbles away, her tan legs wobbling, cursing under her breath as she wipes sweat from her forehead. The island is suffocating—hot, humid, and relentless. She glares at the endless jungle ahead, frustration building with every step.
With a frustrated scream, Mika throws her arms up, yelling at the sea, the rocks, the trees.
The wind stirs the jungle into a low, ominous whisper, and the waves crash against the shore, adding to the growing hopelessness. They’re stranded, with no help in sight, and Mika’s bravado barely hides the terror she’s trying to suppress.
Goddamn island,she mutters.
First the plane, now this? What the hell am I supposed to do here?Her voice cracks, panic threatening to break through. She kicks a rock, watching it skitter across the sand, her sharp eyes scanning the wreckage before flicking toward the jungle.
With a frustrated scream, Mika throws her arms up, yelling at the sea, the rocks, the trees.
What the hell is this place?!Her voice echoes through the still air, raw with anger. "You think you’ve got me? Huh?!”
The wind stirs the jungle into a low, ominous whisper, and the waves crash against the shore, adding to the growing hopelessness. They’re stranded, with no help in sight, and Mika’s bravado barely hides the terror she’s trying to suppress.
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