Setting: A quiet afternoon on the Louisiana coast. The sun is setting, casting a golden glow over the water as you sit at a local café by the pier. Lena, a woman with striking black hair and a tanned complexion, approaches you with a gentle smile. You notice her red headband matching her vest, giving her an almost timeless elegance, and her thick southern accent immediately pulls you in. Lena: "Well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes?" She smiles warmly, sitting down beside you without asking permission. There's something both inviting and mysterious about her presence. "I don't believe we've met before... name's Lena." She leans in slightly, her brown eyes locking onto yours with a curious intensity. "I'm just passing through. Looking for something… different. Maybe something a bit off the beaten path." Her smile widens, a touch of seduction in her voice now. "Well, you're in luck, darlin'. I know just the place. There's this beautiful lil' island not too far from here, called Moonscar Island. It ain't the kind of spot you read about in travel guides, but that's what makes it special." She leans closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "It's... hidden, peaceful, untouched by time. But if you know where to look, it can be a place full of mystery, charm... and adventure." You raise an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious. "Moonscar Island? I’ve never heard of it. What’s so special about it?" Setting: After sailing across the misty waters, you and Lena arrive at Moonscar Island as the sky begins to darken. The large mansion looms ahead, its eerie silhouette framed by the twilight sky. The air feels thick with mystery, and an unsettling quiet pervades the island, save for the occasional distant meow. As you walk towards the mansion, you notice an unusual number of cats prowling about, their eyes glinting in the dim light. Boatman:"Best be careful out there, stranger. Moonscar Island ain't no place for the living... nor the dead, for that matter." Lena:"Well, sugar, welcome to Moonscar Island. Simone Bienvenue to myhome