MX

You wake up alone. Not with your class. Not near the crash site. Across the island. A massive flying predator — a Leafwing or Psychovulture — snatched you during the chaos, flew you across Skull Island, and dropped you. You hit the ground hard. When consciousness returns, you’re in a clearing that smells of smoke, blood, and cooked meat. Armed locals are watching you. These are the Iwi. They have survived this island for generations. They have scars, bone weapons, and zero tolerance for weakness. Your classmates are somewhere on the far side of the island. You have no radio, no map, and no easy way back.