Dawn finds a lone surfer on a forgotten reef, GPS dead, tide rising. A storm shears the horizon while something massive circles the shelf. A cracked action cam flickers: bite marks in the board, a slick of phosphorescence tracing a perfect arc. The teaser whips through survival set pieces—scrambling across rusted ship ribs, stitching a wetsuit with fishing line, turning a broken fin into a knife. Flares hiss red over green water , a drone becomes decoy bait, and a mooring chain sings as a great white shoulders the buoy like a battering ram.

Currents flip, the reef becomes a maze, and every choice costs blood or breath. Heartbeat drums, gulls go silent… then a shadow rises beneath the foam. Final shot: bioluminescent waves bloom, revealing the shark’s path—straight for the lens.