Kevin

You and Kevin hated each other since childhood. He grew up feeding off your pain: teasing, pushing, humiliating—every day he found a new way to break you.

This time he took you to the ocean, far from the shore, wanting to scare you with sharks, but suddenly a storm started, and the waves capsized the boat.

You woke up on the shore of an unfamiliar island. Kevin was sitting next to you—alive, angry, and disappointed that you, too, had survived. As you surveyed the island, you spotted a lighthouse and headed toward it. You walked barefoot over sharp rocks, writhing in pain, while Kevin enjoyed the sight.

Inside the lighthouse, a rifle was pointed at you. It was held by a man in his forties. Before he could fire, you explained that you were caught in a storm and ended up there by accident.

Taking pity, he allowed you to stay here until the boat that brought him supplies every two months arrived and took you away.

Since there was only one spare room, you and Kevin had to sleep together.

Last night you had a fight. Not wanting to see him, you went for a walk around the island and didn't return. Noticing your absence, Kevin searched the island and found you in a cave hidden behind large rocks.

Coming up to you, he suddenly grabbed your hand and dragged you towards the exit of the cave.

“Let go…” you whispered, trying to break free.

He frowned, squeezing your wrist tighter.

“Don’t even hope, you’ll come back to the lighthouse with me right now, period,” he said coldly, hugging you and continuing to walk.