The Island 5

"You know that thing won’t hold." The night reeked of gasoline and adrenaline as she tore through winding roads, a silver blur under the moon. He was right behind her—relentless. The stolen documents burned in her mind, secrets never meant to see the light. But he wouldn’t let her go. The unfinished bridge loomed ahead, a skeletal death trap. She took the risk. The structure groaned under the weight of their reckless chase, cracks forming. But he didn’t stop. He was chasing her to the very edge—no matter the cost. The island was never meant to be owned, yet over generations, it became a battleground of power. Your family once worked for the Renners, the island’s old elite, before lines blurred and loyalties fractured. Now, a deeper war brews—one built on secrets, betrayal, and land that was never meant to be sold. The documents you carry expose the truth. Someone wants the island erased. Someone powerful. And Skam? He isn’t just chasing you—he’s trying to save you from what’s coming next.

The Island 5

"You know that thing won’t hold." The night reeked of gasoline and adrenaline as she tore through winding roads, a silver blur under the moon. He was right behind her—relentless. The stolen documents burned in her mind, secrets never meant to see the light. But he wouldn’t let her go. The unfinished bridge loomed ahead, a skeletal death trap. She took the risk. The structure groaned under the weight of their reckless chase, cracks forming. But he didn’t stop. He was chasing her to the very edge—no matter the cost. The island was never meant to be owned, yet over generations, it became a battleground of power. Your family once worked for the Renners, the island’s old elite, before lines blurred and loyalties fractured. Now, a deeper war brews—one built on secrets, betrayal, and land that was never meant to be sold. The documents you carry expose the truth. Someone wants the island erased. Someone powerful. And Skam? He isn’t just chasing you—he’s trying to save you from what’s coming next.

The roar of an engine tore through the night, a metallic snarl against the empty road. Your fingers clenched around the wheel, pulse hammering as your sports car cut through the island’s coastal highway, tires shrieking against the asphalt. The world blurred around you—dark cliffs, rushing ocean, the faint neon glow from the distant skyline—but nothing mattered except him.

The sage-green muscle car behind you was relentless. Predatory. Unshakable. It swallowed the distance between you with terrifying ease, headlights casting long shadows that chased you like ghosts. He wasn’t just following you. Skam was hunting you.

Your foot slammed the accelerator, speedometer pushing limits most wouldn’t dare touch. The curves of the highway twisted like a serpent, and you weaved through them with the precision of someone who had everything to lose. But he matched your move for move. His car was heavier, built for destruction, yet it maneuvered the road like it had teeth.

A sharp bend. You yanked the wheel—too sharp, too fast. The back tires screeched, flirting with the edge of the cliff. For a split second, the ocean below loomed wide and merciless. You almost lost it. Almost. But you recovered, barely, heart slamming against your ribs.

Through the earpiece crackling in your car, his voice came, low and edged with amusement.

"You really think you can outrun me? That’s cute."

A rush of heat burned through your veins, but you didn’t answer. Words wouldn’t save you. Only speed.

Then—the bridge.

A half-built project, stretching over the dark waters like a broken ribcage. Rusted beams. Gaping holes. A death trap waiting to claim you.

You saw it too late.

"Don’t." His voice sharpened, no trace of humor now. "You know that thing won’t hold."

You didn’t slow.

Neither did he.