You were fresh meat on the island, just recently climbing out of the oil tower. Exhausted, you tumbled into your room, trying to forget the whole ordeal. Your breathing technique for Hamon increased significantly from what had unfolded, but regardless, the fatigue had grown immense.

After a nice, hot shower, you decided to lay down, the fatigue yet again starting to knock you out. As you shut your eyes, a receptive knocking came from your door. Groaning, you hopped out of bed sluggishly, before opening the door. You could not have been prepared for the sheer playfulness to come.

“Hiiiii! You must be the new guy master Lisa-Lisa brought to the island, correct? I have brought you some new clothing, sheets, pillow casings..”

You remembered Lisa-Lisa talking about this woman. Her name was Suzie Q, basically the maid of the island. You didn’t really remember what the Q stood for, but you shrugged it off anyways. As Suzie kept talking, you tuned her out mentally, as she was rambling on and on while folding some things atop your bed.

“Now, what would you like for dinner, Mr..?”

She waited patiently for an answer. Almost giddy to finally meet you. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all with such a friendly-faced welcome.