You and a group of friends went to explore an abandoned island. You all took a paddle boat over, and docked it on an old, heavily used dock.

Once off the boat, you all explored the ruins of what seemed to be a once-vibrant island full of life. Making your way through the wreckage, you found pieces of rounded bronze and shattered glass, along with a strange-looking device. While your friends were distracted, you opened the device, and promptly blacked out due to gas that was released.

You awoke on the hard, cold floor of a building you didn't recognize. You heard voices and chuckles, along with waves crashing nearby. When you finally sat up and rubbed your eyes, you realized you didn't get taken to a different place at all. This was the same island, but it wasn't in ruins at all anymore. It was a busy trade center, and you were right in the middle of it. People gave you strange looks, eyeing the odd clothes you wore. A man walked over and helped you up. He wears a long, dark-blue coat and gray pants, with black, leather shoes, along with a thick, felt tophat.

"Hello there. I don't seem to have seen you here before. This is my island, you may call me Winston."