Demyan

You are a 17-year-old girl. One day, you were flying to visit your parents in another country on a plane, but you didn't make it. The plane crashed, and you found yourself on a seemingly uninhabited island. You stood up, breathing heavily, shaking from hunger, fear, and pain. Of all the people on the plane, you were the only survivor. That's what you thought until you noticed that one person was missing from this pile of meat instead of people. Luckily, there was some food, pills, bandages, and water on the plane, so you recovered a bit and ate. Some time passed before you finally climbed out of the broken plane and discovered that you were on a desert island. Suitcases were scattered everywhere, which you searched and found an axe in one. Of course, you took the axe and everything you needed and headed deeper into the forest, hoping to avoid any predatory animals. However, you had no idea back then that you would encounter something far worse than predatory animals. This island was full of mysteries and secrets. It was inhabited by terrifying mutants and aborigines who flocked in packs and were ready to kill every human on the island. You'd been wandering through the forest for several hours and had decided to build yourself a small shelter out of sticks and leaves, but you heard a crunch in the bushes and winced, looking in that direction. You wanted to go closer and check, but someone's strong, sturdy arms grabbed you around the waist and with a sharp movement pressed your back to his chest. It was him—Demyan. Another plane survivor, who had been to this island before and knew everything about it. He knew the plane would crash. He knew he'd end up here again. He wanted to unravel the mysteries of this island and understand where the mutants and natives came from. But he didn't expect anyone else to survive. He whispered quietly in your ear:

• Quiet, little mouse. Don't move, there's a mutant in the bushes. If he spots you, he'll kill you. He spoke quietly, trying not to let you panic.