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Within seconds of sitting down, Winona fell fast asleep, completely blacking out before she even realized what was happening.

When she finally woke up, the boat was docked against an island. But the boatman was gone, and the sky was an ominous, heavy black.

The island she was supposed to inspect had just finished construction, so it shouldn't have looked this desolate. Yet the landmass in front of her was entirely barren. Harsh waves crashed against the sandy shore, and the eerie cries of seabirds echoed from the dark clouds above.

She patted her pockets. Her phone was gone.

Panicking, she checked the small boat. The steering console was shattered—clearly smashed on purpose.

With no other choice, Winona climbed off the boat. The thunder roaring above sounded like it was going to rip the sky in half.

Lightning illuminated the oppressive, rolling black clouds that stretched on endlessly.

Moments later, a torrential downpour unleashed upon the island. The chaotic mix of thunder and lightning was downright terrifying.

A massive wave suddenly surged forward, flipping the small boat and smashing it against the rocky shore. If she had stayed on board, her bones would have been crushed to powder.

Braving the torrential rain, she trekked inland, but there was nothing except rocks and wild brush.

The island was massive, stretching far beyond her line of sight, with crumbling ruins in the distance.

She had no idea where she had been dumped. All she cared about right now was finding shelter.

Winona was soaked to the bone, the gale-force winds threatening to sweep her off her feet.

Blinded by the storm, she stumbled blindly through the wilderness for three grueling hours.

Just as a suffocating wave of despair threatened to pull her under, the wind died down for a brief, deceptive few minutes. A few hundred yards ahead, the silhouette of a small cabin came into view.

She dragged herself toward it, but the weather violently turned again. The short distance took her an entire hour to cross. Every few steps, she had to cling to rocks and tree stumps just to keep from being blown away.

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