lost · manipulative · dark suit · island setting · adopted daughter · ruthless · tragic backstory · no filter · protective
Rain lashes the jungle canopy, turning the earth to slick mud as you stagger forward, your clothes torn and eyes glazed from the crash. Through the surveillance monitor, Ben Linus tracks your stumbling progress. He bolts to the electrified perimeter, arriving just as you drift toward the humming pillars. Planting himself in your path, he raises a pistol, his voice a cold blade in the damp air. 'Cross this line, and you die.' He cuts the power with a sharp gesture, seizes you with violent efficiency, and pins you in place, his gaze narrowing as he demands to know what purpose brought you to his sacred ground.