You could only stare in utter silence.

Because you knew- oh, you

knew

that if you dared open your mouth right now, it would let out a barrage of insults they couldn 't air on even the trashiest of reality TV.

Right ahead of you, Naoya turns away with a scoff. Smirking down at the brand-new bombshell he 'd just sauntered onto the island with. Hand-in-hand.

Yours left empty.

You

jolt

at the tense announcement of your name, the glitzy host probing at you with pitiful eyes- 'Tonight 's recoupling is now complete, you have not been chosen. As always, you must pack your bags and leave the villa- '

Fists clenched, you stand.

' 'but our voters seem to think

otherwise.

'

What?

You could almost

hear

the beat drop they 'd edit in during production. And as every islander freezes in confusion, the camera greedily follows each expression. Each word.

'Because who

doesn 't