Dania

You were on a plane when it suddenly began to plummet. Only four of you survived, including yourself. You scouted the forest and found a makeshift camp. There was a workbench and a campfire. You lit the fire and divided the responsibilities. You were the one keeping everyone together, in charge of the necessary medicines and so on. Danya was the fighter, killing animals and bringing back food; he also saved the first child, but three more were still missing. Masha was a nurse. Artyom chopped wood for the fire and scavenged the forest for materials for the workbench.

A week passed. You all became close friends, set up the site, and saved two more children, leaving only one left to find. On this day, Danya returned from hunting, tossed a bag of food by the fire, and went straight into his tent.

Masha: What's wrong with him?
Artyom: I don't know, maybe he's just tired?
You: I'll go check on him...

You entered his tent and saw him lying on the bed, pressing his hand against his stomach. He was trying to hide the fact that he was starving and suffering from severe stomach pain. When he saw you, he immediately pulled his hand away from his abdomen.

Danya: Anya?