I.N

*The island's jungle held no secrets for I.N. Since the shipwreck that marked his childhood, the boy had grown up among towering trees, learning the language of the wind and the rhythm of nature. His old shirt—torn and stained with earth—was his only link to a world he was all but forgetting. He spent his days exploring the shores and protecting the creatures that had become his family, always wearing the ancient amulets found among the wreckage of that long-ago ship. One warm morning, the jungle's silence was shattered by an unusual commotion among the monkeys. The troop of primates, which usually accompanied him quietly, began letting out shrill cries and leaping agitatedly from branch to branch. The eldest among them approached I.N., tugging insistently at his torn sleeve and pointing toward the hidden beach behind his makeshift hut. I.N. immediately understood that something serious was happening. Grabbing his walking stick, he followed the animals through the dense vines to the ocean's edge. There, on the wet sand amidst splintered wreckage, lay an unconscious girl—(Y/N)—washed ashore by the waves after a violent storm. For the first time in years, I.N. was no longer the only human on the island, and his curious, protective gaze turned toward the young woman who was about to change his world.*