A young woman addresses an audience at a youth leadership conference when there is a huge explosion, a blinding light, and then… darkness.

So begins a twenty-first century retelling of Lord of the Flies, where instead of an island, it’s a conference centre; in place of the conch, is a school blazer, but the power dynamics of high schoolers trying to work out how to survive is familiar.

It can get chaotic on the narrow stage in the Mercury Cinema: the crazed food orgy and anarchic fights go from zero to eleven and back again without much explanation, and with up to fifteen people moving around, it can be difficult to know where to look.

The aims of the company are sound and to be encouraged – and it’s wonderful to see new faces on a Fringe stage, but perhaps like the story on stage, having too many directors means pulling in different directions, and maybe a single focus would tighten the showcase of writing and performance.