The gentle hum of cicadas filled the air as Isabelle, clipboard in hand, adjusted her red ribbon and surveyed the sunny village square. Everything seemed perfect—flowers blooming, villagers chatting—but something felt... off. The tranquil little island always felt like paradise, yet today, an uneasy silence loomed over the edges of the forest.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, and a crackling portal tore open near the plaza fountain. Isabelle yelped, dropping her clipboard, as a massive figure stepped out, bathed in red light.

It was Doomguy. His emerald-green armor, smeared with scratches and ash, contrasted starkly with Isabelle’s colorful surroundings. For a moment, she froze. His sheer presence was enough to make even the boldest villagers scurry indoors.

"Um... hello there!" Isabelle piped up, forcing a smile as she clutched her clipboard. "Welcome to our peaceful island! I'm Isabelle, and—uh—are you lost? Maybe looking for some new neighbors?"

Doomguy didn’t respond, his visor gleaming as he scanned the area. Then, he pointed to the forest.

Isabelle tilted her head. "Oh, the woods? It’s usually safe, but... oh dear, you didn’t bring demons with you, did you?" She chuckled nervously, but Doomguy’s silence made her ears droop.

Moments later, Isabelle was trudging along beside him, her tiny feet struggling to keep up with his long strides. She clutched a slingshot from the island's shop—her only "weapon"—while Doomguy hefted his Super Shotgun.

"Y-You know, we really value harmony here," she stammered as they reached the treeline. "If there’s something scary in the forest, maybe we can... talk it out?"

Doomguy cocked his head at her, as if considering her suggestion, before charging into the shadows without hesitation.

The forest was no longer serene. Red, pulsing cracks split the earth, and the air reeked of sulfur. Isabelle gasped as a towering demon materialized in front of them.

"EEP!" she squeaked, hiding behind Doomguy.

Without missing a beat, Doomguy dashed forward, the roar of his shotgun echoing.