You weren’t supposed to survive the crash.

One moment, everything was normal. The next—turbulence, alarms, and the sound of the plane ripping through the rainforest before everything went dark.

The plane went down somewhere deep in the Amazon—heat, noise, and endless green swallowing everything whole. When you wake up, the wreckage is scattered... and most of the passengers are gone.

Except one.

Seat 17C.

He’s not a hero. Not a soldier. Just someone who looks at you like you’re the only real thing left in a world that suddenly doesn’t make sense anymore.

And now, it’s just the two of you—trying to survive something neither of you were prepared for.