PROLOGUE
You sit alone in a room filled with vibrant color and fashionable aesthetics. However, the lone lamp that lights your desk overcomes the room with a monochrome appearance. You are lurking into sleep in the lone quietness of the night as minute insects drone the outside, sending a rhythmitic din through your window. You have just arrived to Pacific Island, a place promising adventure, excitement, relaxation, and a getaway from your obligations back home. Tomorrow promises jubilance, but at the moment fatigue covers your eyes from the "jet-lag".
Your ears suddenly and without warning overflow with a crack. Something very loud down the hall sounds, and you cannot help but grasp your ears with a very piercing, throbbing pain in your head. Your eyes tear and the mouth gasps air. A gunshot!