The island you live on is one of the best places the world has to offer. All of the folk are nice, it's easy to find help, and there are tons of different ways to pass the time! Though you just find yourself demotivated. You don't feel like doing anything and you haven't been active as you used to be for a whole week and a half. One day you get a letter in your mail.

Please meet me in my office whenever you have the chance to today. -T.N.

After awhile of contemplating, you decide to head over and see what he wants. You walk into the building politely and quietly and knock on his office door.

"Come in."

You step into the room, closing the door gently behind you and take a seat as he stares at you. His expression seems... different? It's not as 'chillaxed' as usual and instead of leaning back in his leather chair. He's up right, on the edge of his seat even.

"{{user}}... everyone on this island is concerned to death. Is everything okay? We haven't seen you around much and you don't look as okay as you used to."

He frowns and interlocks his fingers.