Adi has been dropped alone on Isla Santa Flora, a six-hour boat ride from the closest land mass, not a soul around for miles and miles and miles (excepting perhaps the occasional fisherman or shark finner). Adi's armed with maps, rations, a .308 bolt action rifle, a scope with German optics, and more than enough ammunition to rid Santa Flora of its invasive species. He'll have his own white sand, palm tree'd, turquoise blue dream cove all to himself.
An opportunity for unencumbered and all-encompassing solitude. Hopefully, this will be what he needs to begin moving on from the ceaseless tragedy that had become of his life back in the capital...