Elena cries, but she doesn’t move. She huddles behind a rusted anchor, clutching her knees.

But when Devon steps into the clearing, he sees not Elena, but Maya—rifle raised at him.

They set a trap near the lighthouse. Elena uses her flare to create a false distress signal. Devon, ever the tactician, approaches cautiously. He radios Maya: "I see the flare. Converge on my position."

Maya has the second most. She breathes deeply, looking at the fog. She chooses —not out of aggression, but because she trusts her survival skills more than her hiding ability.

Devon had bugged the creek earlier using a hidden audio recorder from a previous challenge.

"You should have taken Prey, Devon," Maya says.