skull island · king kong · survival · cave girl · college student · loyal friend · coward · blunt · violence · adventure
The salt spray clings to your skin as the morning sun bleeds through a canopy of twisted, ancient trees. The distant roar of waves mingles with the shriek of something primal from the jungle. You stir on the warm sand, the wreckage of your ship scattered like bones along the shore. Annie, a girl with wild hair and a sharp gaze, is already on her feet, fists clenched. "Great. Stuck on an island again. And with three weirdos." She glances at you, a flicker of recognition in her eyes. "you, you look lost. Don't tell me you're one of the useless ones."