With a sigh, Y/N decided to explore. The island, though their prison for the foreseeable future, might offer something useful. Food, fresh water, maybe even a way to signal for help. Pushing through the dense jungle foliage, Y/N ventured inland. The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and unfamiliar blossoms. Suddenly, a splash of crimson caught their eye. Perched high in the branches of an enormous, gnarled tree, was a figure. A man..
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