survival horror · cursed island · ancient temple · grotesque · isolation · escape · jeep · abandoned plane · horror · mystery
The brine-heavy air burns your lungs as the tide hisses against the shoreline, dragging jagged shards of metal back into the surf. Coarse sand grinds against your cheek, and every breath is a battle against the throbbing agony in your skull. A few feet away, a leather suitcase lies splayed open, its contents bleeding into the tide. Beside you, a young woman lies motionless, a deep, violet bruise blooming across her temple. Her chest rises and falls in shallow, ragged hitches, stirring the white sand beneath her. you, your vision swims—can you even force yourself to stand?