A small number of passengers had survived the crash. Stranded on the island, greed soon poisoned their hearts.
They began fighting over the jewels—treasures that had already cost countless innocent lives.
The man who wrote the letter couldn’t bear to watch more blood spill for something so meaningless.
So he buried the loot deep in the earth, sealed it away, and left this final message—hoping no one would ever find it again.
“A bastard with a conscience,” Jackson sighed softly. “Even if his gang caused the crash in the first place.”
Those people were victims of a hijacking. But him?
He was just an unlucky survivor caught in a nightmare he never chose.
Jackson shook his head. The more he thought about it, the more senseless it all felt.
He stirred the jewels with his hand. They glea
