FIVE YEARS LATERPOV: BiancaThe morning sun burned my already tanned skin as I stepped out of the cabin, stretching my sore muscles. Five years. Five years since the world forgot about us.The island wasn’t big, but it was enough. We had fresh water, fruit, fish, and—against all odds—each other.Thomas was by the creek, sharpening a makeshift knife with stones. His muscles, once defined beneath expensive suits, were now marked with scars and hard work. He was no longer the imposing CEO, but he still carried that commanding presence, even dressed in nothing but torn pants.Masato, as always, was perched on a high rock, scanning the horizon. His dark eyes were still as piercing as ever, but now there was a stillness to him, an acceptance that there were no more enemies to kill—just the three of us, stranded on this piece of land.And me... I was caught between them, as always."Is someone going to try fishing today, or am I going to have to do everything again?" I shouted, crossing my
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