You spent the rest of your weekend carefully researching and debating on what to do about the Island. You intended to report this to the authorities as soon as you get your bearings together - those hopes were immediately dashed when the first search word 'Pleasure Island' yielded nothing, other than that famous fairy tale about a certain wooden puppet in Italy. Though there's a sliver of truth to be found in the tale itself, which only brings up more questions as the tale is written more than a century ago.
You thought about it long and hard, you really did. You eventually decide that you shouldn't risk painting yourself as a target, not now anyway. There's bound to be some serious shady business going behind the scenes if the Island could cover up what is basically human trafficking to this day and age, and you've just barely escaped the Island's claws by a hair's width. You don't want to risk exposing yourself and going through that entire ordeal again any time soon. Hence, with a heavy heart, you rid yourself of the now-useless evidence outside your backyard and six feet under.
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Your life goes on like always, as if Pleasure Island never happened...
...No, that's not true.
You're now more aware than ever of the Island's presence, clues of its existence are hidden everywhere. From watching reports of multiple people without a single correlation missing on the same night, to hearing the rumour mills of people investigating the case vanishing into thin air. Your only solace is that they don't seem to strike the same area twice - only once or twice per year. So you choose to ignore them and hope your friends and families stay safe.
Until the day your past comes back to haunt you with a vengeance...