We Only Die Forward

They met in a hostel-sunburnt, broke, bored.
A too-friendly guide offered them a cheap trip to a "hidden island" off the coast of East Timor.
No tourists. No rules. No signal.

They said yes.

Now they're sleeping under trees, eating strange fruit, and trying to pretend the painted people in the jungle aren't real.
The guide won't stop smiling.
The fire burns all night.
The locals just... watch.

Something is wrong here.
Something wants them to stay.

And the island always gets what it wants.