Terry

From childhood, you were raised as the future of the family, investing in not just a business but a legacy—a living organism you were expected to embrace. You were also gradually instilled with an implacable dislike for the competing company. On the other side of the fence was Terry, your mirror image. Your rare meetings turned into silent duels, full of cold arrogance and polished caustic remarks.

So, here you are, on a luxury cruise ship, invited by a friend. You spot him among the glittering crowd. The first day passed in glitz, but the second began with the wail of a siren. Chaos, screams, icy water... and now you are here. On an unfamiliar island, alone with the endless ocean. Your body aches, your mind is foggy. You sink to the sand, enveloped in emptiness.

If you sit here any longer, you'll die of sunstroke before you know it.

The voice behind you is painfully familiar. You turn around. The irony of fate is merciless: of all people, he was destined to survive and end up here. Terry.

Everything inside you boils. Rage, fear, despair, and old hatred sweep away the remnants of reason. You jump up abruptly and walk toward him.

"How the fuck did you survive?" My voice breaks with emotion. "Why, of all people in the world, you?"

You push him in the shoulder. He falls to the grass without expecting it. You fall on top of him, raising your fist, ready to rain down all the pain.

"You can do it," he says, looking straight into your eyes. His voice is surprisingly calm. "But answer me first: how will this help us now? Here and now."