The fifth morning dawned soft and quiet, as if the island itself was tiptoeing around the tension left behind from the night before.
Derek's production crew moved carefully—no shouting, no chatter, only the low hum of equipment being set up along the beach. The cast, too, moved in wary silence. Every eye flicked once toward the medical tent before glancing quickly away again.
Then, at last, the flap opened.
Yu stepped out, the early sunlight catching the faint sheen in his blond hair. His smile was light but composed—the kind people wore when they'd decided to ignore every whisper.
"Morning, everyone!"
He greeted, voice bright and steady.
"Did someone say 'Day Five Challenge'?"
Derek exhaled a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.
