You stand atop a rocky outcrop overlooking the raging sea. The rocks tumble and crash as they are hit by the waves and the spray from the waves coats you in moisture. The waves crash in rhythm, echoing a drum beat that is heard across the entire island.

You spot a figure washed up on the shore and walk to it. It was a man, he had dark hair and weatherworn skin. He wore a black button up shirt, along with dark brown pants and black boots, a wound across his forehead.