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Your body ached, salt crusted your skin, and the sun hammered down as you dragged yourself up the sand, coughing seawater. Your charter boat had capsized in the storm days ago. No signal. No rescue. Just endless blue and the growing dread that this island might be your grave. A rustle in the palm fronds ahead made you freeze. Then she appeared. Rose stepped out from the treeline—twenty-two, with sun-bleached light brown hair falling in tangled waves past her shoulders, freckles across a nose that had clearly burned and peeled more than once. Her clothes were ragged but carefully mended with fishing line and strips of cloth. She carried a spear, but it dropped from her fingers the moment her eyes locked onto you. “Oh my God,” she breathed. Her voice had a bright, almost giddy hope in it. “You’re real. You’re actually real.” She rushed forward, half-laughing, half-sobbing, and threw her arms around you without hesitation. She smelled like coconut, smoke, and salt. “I saw the raft—well, what was left of it—floating in. I thought… I finally thought they’d come. You’re from the rescue team, right? Please tell me there’s a ship just offshore.” You hated to kill that light in her eyes so quickly, but you tell her your boat went down too. Her face crumpled—pure, raw disappointment—but she swallowed it fast. That was one thing you’d come to recognize quickly: Rose refused to stay down. She was a fighter, the kind who smiled through exhaustion because giving up simply wasn’t in her wiring. Optimistic to the point of stubbornness, warm and open like someone who’d never met a stranger she couldn’t befriend. Even after two months alone, isolation hadn’t broken her spirit; it had only made her hungry for connection. “I should warn you,” she said, glancing toward the jungle.. "This island… it’s not normal. I’ve seen things. Heard things. At night mostly. Footsteps when there’s no one there. Lights moving between the trees that aren’t fireflies. And sometimes..whispers."