The jungle swallows me like a welcoming green ocean of leaves, a concealing cloak of foliage. I’m running as fast as my feet will take me, chasing after the flashing white 3D virtual arrow overlay in the centre of my vision. I can hear a commotion back at the mansion behind me - shouting, the sound of an alarm siren going off - but all my focus is on the path ahead.
The two groomsmen who were heading towards the sick bay earlier must have sounded the alarm when they found Dr. Ramsurrun lying paralysed on the floor in a pool of blood missing his right index finger - and no bridal candidate in sight.
They’ll be in hot pursuit, and the tracker in my Promise Ring will lead them straight to me.
Unless I manage to get off this island first.
The inbuilt artificial intelligence in my contact
