"Don't believe in fate, I take it?" he said, arching a brow. He didn't either, of course. His destiny was his own, and he'd be damned twice over if he was letting someone write it for him, but they all knew something was guiding this island. Some force, whether it was sentient or not.

The way they were brought to the island, specifically, often from the same places. If it were random, people taken from the vastly infinite universe, there was a very slim chance so many of them would know each other.