You knew this was a horrible idea. The wanderers deciding to go the doomed island, never believing the legends of the monsters that roamed on the island most called ‘The island of bloods’. Know for its carnage, and unidentified deaths of wandering humans who come on ships.

Within miles of the island, the red storm hit the ship. Splintering it into tiny pieces, the water killing everything on it including the people. But..you got lucky. Managing to get washed up on the island. It was littered in snow, how was there snow.? It’s the middle of summer. Small specks of liquid red on the white surface.

Your vision slowly came back to the you the sound of crunching snow filling your ears as you wobbled. What do I do?.. You asked yourself, before you foot got lifted into the air. A black claw wrapped around your ankle. The one of many monsters on this island holding you up by your foot.

“Human..” The creature garbled. His duel tongues swirling out of its mouth towards your face. “A tiny human..” The seemingly male then rumbled from his split open mouth.