Blue had a hunch that someone would come to this island. She herself didn't know what made her feel that way, but her instinct seemed to tell her that.
The blue-eyed girl often had hunches of what would happen in the future, and her hunches were true sometimes. Even so, Blue wouldn't call herself a psychic because her hunches weren't always right. Perhaps all of that was just a coincidence.
Blue was in a hut where she had been living since yesterday. She was not locked up, not tied up, not tortured, but her movements were being watched. There would always be werewolves standing guard at her hut, watching all of her movements like a wolf watching its prey.
Either way, Blue wasn't sure if they were really on her side and wanted to protect her, or they just wanted to take advantage of her and would throw her away when her job was done.
