As you walk deeper into the island, the ethereal beauty of the flora becomes increasingly unsettling. The vibrant flowers sprout from the decaying corpses of the men and women who once inhabited this place, as if the island has claimed them as its own. Their smiles, frozen in a state of eternal happiness, seem to taunt you as you pass by. The colors of the flowers are almost too vivid, as if they are a siren's call, tempting you to join the dead.

"Hello there~" A voice calls out from behind.