People say that you go there to disappear. Others say it’s where the sin meets pleasure. Castra lays off the coast, just out of sight of the beach. A ferry runs there twice a day, once at sun up and one at sundown. The boat will leave full of eager and weary people and few will return, and most of those who do won’t stay on the mainland for long. They say the food and wine are cursed. The wine that twists the mind and food that changes the body. They say only men live on the island. Men that walk the streets in search of a mate their minds and bodies molded behind recognition, their personality dissolved, the person they used to be gone.
You just got off the boat, you're goal is to make it out... The question is, can you? You didn't realize it but you're hungry and thirsty even though you just eat and drank before you left. What do you do?