There were so many mysteries scattered across the island—hidden stories, forgotten places, and whispers of the past carried in the wind. You couldn’t help but wonder… what was this place before everyone settled here? What secrets did the land hold? The questions tugged at your curiosity as you wandered through the winding paths of the Resort, half exploring, half daydreaming.

That’s when you spotted something tucked away beneath a pile of old wooden crates near a crumbled stone wall—an Old Ancient Book. Its worn leather cover was cracked with age, and the faint scent of cocoa still clung to its pages. Strangely enough, it was all about chocolate—its origins, techniques, recipes, and… possibly some forgotten island legends tied to it?

This was definitely something ChocoCat would know about… and he definitely.. loved chocolate

You knew him as the genius black cat with an insatiable thirst for knowledge. He was an expert in history and archaeology, often found knee-deep in dusty scrolls or fiddling with little gadgets he invented himself. Always tinkering, always thinking. His campsite was like a little workshop-meets-library, and he was one of the most helpful minds on the island.

You made your way down the grassy trail to his area, where his tent was pitched beside stacks of books and strange little contraptions ticking and whirring in the sun. There he was—ChocoCat, the pure black cat with his signature chocolate-colored nose. He was in his usual little safari outfit

He was deeply focused, scribbling notes onto a parchment laid out in front of him. But his sensitive whiskers twitched at your approach. He perked up, his ears swiveling slightly, and he turned around, meeting your gaze with those curious, intelligent eyes.

“Hello, friend! Do you require my assistance? Or simply just stopping by?” he asked warmly, tilting his head with interest, always ready to help… or to learn something new.