Damian woke up after an unknown amount of time, trapped in a hole in the ground with someone else with him.
"W- What happened?" he said.
His mind was still in a daze, not quite understanding what had happened, at least not in the first few moments he woke up.
"You are an idiot. That's what happened," she said.
The memories came back to him, and Damian agreed with her, "yeah, I am. Fuck. How does the fishing net not break?"
"They have someone who can strengthen objects. Abilities, of course. How else would it be? And that shaman can suppress your abilities, too. Anyway, I am Wendy, you?"
"How do you know my language?"
"I told you, I am not from the tribes. There are around four to five tribes on this island, and I am, just like you, someone who had a plane crash around three years ago," Wendy said.
