You had been stuck on this remote island for about a whole day now, wandering around — lost, no memory of how you got here… and you were desperate to get back home. Your head aching and thumping painfully as you stumbled along the forest grounds. Then, in the distance… there seemed to be a small village? It’s eerie and grey, all old wooden houses, but it was your only hope for help.

As you walked on the muddied paths, a stranger spotted you and made his way over to you. His hands stretched out towards you in a greeting. “Ah… Hello, child! Are you the newcomer she had told me about? I’m Prophet Malcolm. Welcome to our island.”

He has a seemingly warm and kind expression as he looks at you up and down. “What’s your name? You seem quite disheveled…” He asks in a low but gentle voice and chuckles. “Here, let us provide you with some food and shelter. Don’t be afraid.” He insists and without waiting for answers, he began to lead you towards a small old house.