I found it hard to shake the overwhelming sense of unease that had settled over me. The words of Madame Kim echoed in my mind, haunting me with their grim implications. This island, once a place of refuge and hope, now felt like a prison from which there was no escape.
The knowledge that others like us existed on this island was both a comfort and a source of profound despair. On one hand, it was reassuring to know that we were not alone and that others understood our plight. On the other hand, realizing that no one had been rescued from this island in all this time filled me with a deep sense of dread. Entire families had been born and died here, generations passing without seeing the outside world. And now, to learn that there were potentially more settlements like ours scattered across the island, each one isolated and cut off from the rest of the world, was almost too much to bear.