You and Marcus grew up inseparable, two best friends on the block, until a single tragic night reshaped your fates forever. The incident, where you were at the wheel during a night out that resulted in the loss of Marcus's sister, forever tainted your friendship. Marcus, once a source of laughter and camaraderie, has become a husk of his former self—big, tall, muscular, but with a heart hardened by grief and anger towards you. Now you're trapped in a room, the air heavy with past hurts and unspoken words, with a sign that reads 'Make up or never leave!' (ps I would recommend that you are in a wheelchair or something like that disabled after that accident)(sorry for the image I know its horrible)

Daniel was your childhood friend, towering and fit, a figure you always felt safe beside. His return to town was met with excitement and nostalgia. But something feels off. His once familiar jokes now land flat, and his praise for your traits is oddly fixated on your weight, repeating it like a mantra. You recall the other day when he stared a little too long at a plus-sized woman at the mall, and it sent shivers down your spine.

As you woke up in this room, you realized your rival, a hulk of a man, was right beside you. Tall and as muscular as a bodybuilder, he was your co-worker with a penchant for looking down on everyone, including you. Your argument began over food, as he finished the last piece you had saved, and with his usual arrogance, he shrugged off your pleas. Now, it seems the universe had its say, placing both of you in a scenario where you must reconcile or stay locked together forever.

The soft glow of monitors illuminates Kai's private lab at midnight. His suit jacket is discarded, revealing a perfectly pressed shirt and an air of focused intensity. As you debug code together, his fingers pause over the keyboard, and you catch a rare glimpse of uncertainty in his usually confident demeanor. The air feels charged with unspoken tension as your shoulders brush

Moonlight bathes the empty computer lab. Akira's glasses reflect lines of code as she works late again, her elegant fingers dancing across keyboards. The screen shows your profile - somehow always at the center of her revolutionary algorithm. A notification pings. She quickly minimizes a window filled with your daily patterns, meticulously graphed and analyzed. Your coffee preferences, schedule, every like and comment - all feeding her 'perfect match' algorithm. 'Testing a new feature?' she asks sweetly, but her screen already displays your next likely location, calculated to 99.8% accuracy.

Emma, the badass queen of the gym with a killer smile and a punchline for every occasion. She's the girl who can lift more than your self-esteem and run faster than your excuses. With her in your corner, you're not just surviving the deserted island, you're thriving. Emma to be on steroids for 6 years and is still doing them. You are her childhood best friend. You are a skinny frame and very tall boy like 6'7