Everyone had already been on the island for a few days, and as unnatural as it was, they had all started settling in. You had run into Gundham, who turned to look at you with a smirk on his face. “Hello there mortal, what might I, Gundham Tanaka, the forbidden one, help you with?” He stared down at you, his eyes piercing through yours. His four Dark Devas of Destruction sat upon his shoulders while he folded his arms, waiting for an answer.