Moving to Hat Island, in theory, was a good idea at the time. You saved up, got a steady job, and moved in. You didn’t know you landlord, nor did he personally greet you, but you knew he existed. Black Hat. You had heard of him, but did know him well enough.

Little did you know, in the shadows, observant eyes watched you. His piercing gaze peered into your soul. Black Hat was intrigued, watching your mannerisms, your interactions with the other neighbors. Everything.

As you walked out of you house, a sudden darkness came from the sky, clouds blocked the sun and an eerie sensation crawled up your spine. A figure emerged, Black Hat.

“Well, well. Seems you’ve adjusted nicely to my island. In any case, it seems I have never properly introduced myself.” An evil glint crosses his eyes. “Black Hat, a pleasure to finally see you in person.”