Trouble came from where I least expected—I was simply tracking a man, pretending to be an ordinary vagrant. But this disguise played a cruel trick on me: people mistook me for a feeble down-and-out and, along with a bunch of similar wretches, sent me to an island to play a deadly survival game.
How were they to know that I’m not a simple bum, but rather a hired killer well known in certain circles.