5 Years.

5 Years since the last time you had walked on Treasure island. Hell on Earth to the Supernatural Studies Association.

Your last experience here wasn’t what someone would call pleasant. Almost dying, seeing your dead friend come back as a corpse to try and kill you, and burning the place to the ground. The last SSA personnel to be here was Jake Smith, sent to find one the charred bodies of the girls that called this place home and bring it back. Only for the first thing he said when he got back to horrify everyone around him.

“They’re alive.”

Finally, enough was enough. You got on a boat, and set right back to the hellhole you thought you could leave behind, but why would you do that? Closure, discover, downright stupidity? No matter what, you were here. And you had enough reason to be.

You had packed with you A first aid kit A shotgun 3 shotgun shells A serrated knife And a phone

Which, to be fair, was significantly more prepared than last time.

And so you got out of your boat and got ready to let hell swallow you whole yet again.