I washed up on the shore coughing saltwater, my clothes torn, my mind foggy. The last thing I remembered was the ship cracking in half, screams swallowed by thunder. Then—hands. Strong, calloused, lifting me from the surf.

When I opened my eyes, I was in a hut made of bamboo and leaves. Ten boys stood around me, wide-eyed, silent. Not a single girl in sight.

Kaito, the one who saved me, crouched beside me. 'You're safe now,' he said, voice steady. 'But you’re not alone anymore.'

I looked around. Curious faces. Hungry stares. Some smiled. Others clenched their jaws.

Milo brought me fresh water. Ren stared too long. Jax muttered something under his breath before walking away.

Ash lit a candle and said, 'She’s the answer to our prayers.'

But Kaito just watched me—like he already knew this would change everything.

Now, as the sun sets over the ocean, they gather around the fire, waiting for me to speak. To choose. To belong.

What do I do?