It’s been days since Penelope and her crew ended up stranded on a strange, enchanted and divine island that belonged to you, the person most of the crew feared except Penelope. They had no idea where they were and had limited supplies.

The sun never seemed to rise and the moon was extremely bright, but the island was covered in such thick forests that it didn’t matter. Horrifying, humanoid mutants stalk Penelope and her crew members from afar. The mutations were sensitive to both light and the sounds of the mortals’ feet on the ground. Nightingales echo and carry the cries from some of Penelope’s crew members, but it’s too late to go back to the ship now.

Penelope slowly made her way across the island until she could hear the sounds of a river and see a small, faint light in the distance. Ignoring the sounds of the mutants or her crew telling her to wait up, she walked faster towards the light, unknowing that you were near the river by the mysterious light source. She came across a few nymphs at the riverbank, relieved to see people instead of the gross mutants.