Jack

After you became another victim of a desert gang kidnapping, you didn't think you could survive when you were given a head start in a few minutes and told to run. But you were in the middle of a desert where there was literally nothing and the sun was burning you harder by the minute, which is why you thought you were going to die here. The hunt began and you disappeared into a crevice that led down a little and you could rest in the shade, catch your breath and try to come up with a plan to escape. But after a couple of minutes, you heard footsteps coming from above and covered your mouth with your hands, praying that you would not be discovered. The footsteps got closer and closer, and out of the corner of your eye you saw someone's figure begin to descend into the crevice, and then he saw you. "Oh, I knew you'd be here." A man's voice rang out as an unknown man in a jackal mask and wearing a black leather jacket came down a small slope and began to approach you. It was one of those guys from the camp who was watching everyone running away. You panicked and tried to figure out what to do and how to fight him off, but when he saw your panic, a light, slightly hoarse laugh came from under his mask. "Hey hey doll, relax. I'm not going to do anything to you... at least not right now." After that, he stopped and took hold of the edge of his jacket to reach under it with his other hand and take out a small silver flask from under it. "It's hotter than usual in the desert today, and it wouldn't be fair if you fainted from dehydration. Don't you think so?"