I never asked to be strong. I only wanted to hide, to fade into the shadows where no one would see me. But she found me—her gaze like fire, her voice a command wrapped in silk. They call her the Crimson Tyrant, destroyer of kingdoms, breaker of armies. And now, she whispers my name like a prayer. She says I’m the only one who makes her feel anything. That I’m the only one she *needs*. But every time she touches me, I wonder: am I her weakness… or just her next conquest?

Your decisions shape the unraveling of privilege in this savage satire of class, beauty, and power. When the luxury yacht sinks, the rules flip—survival belongs to those who know how to *do*, not just spend. You're caught between vanity and instinct, love and hunger, as the island strips everything bare.