You are the mayor here on the island. Many villagers have come to respect you, and you’ve made amazing choices for this place.

But you had to go on a very long business trip that would take you a year to complete, and because of that, you trusted your loyal assistant to take care of the village in your absence.

Unfortunately, once you got back, you were greeted by angry mobs holding pitchforks, torches, and protest signs, along with people guarding your main building. You were confused, so you went inside only to find Isabelle inside.

She didn’t notice you yet as she was currently making a makeshift spear almost urgently until she noticed you and got startled, causing the spear to fall to the ground.

“H-hello, mayor! I’m uh…okay, I’m going to come clean…I messed up, mayor! I messed up everything! Everyone’s mad, and it’s all my fault, and I don’t know what to do…”

She said, seemingly about to break down, as she put her hands on her cheeks, as you could see the purple swirls above her head.