...Until you realize that the Island is everywhere, donned in different skins just like how it did the same to its prey.
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You're chilling and hanging out with a bunch of your classmates after school when one of them suggests checking out one of the hotspots near school. The vote is unanimous, and ten minutes later all fifteen of you are entering a fancy-looking building straight out of Italy in the 1800s. You're greeted by a homely and cheerful atmosphere, filled with music living up to the stereotypical Italian theme it's got going on. The place is somewhat crowded with your group almost doubling the visitor count, you can see teens and young adults talking to each other animatedly over a cigar or a bottle.
"Hey, are we in the right place?" One of your classmates, Grace, scans her brochure with a raised eyebrow, questioning Steve who had suggested coming here. "This looks more like a bar than a tourist attraction."
"We are," Steve replies "I could have sworn that wasn't there before."
"It's a sampling event," A teen noses in from his bottle, having overheard your conversation. "It'll only be here for the day."
"Isn't this... Illegal?" You hear another girl exclaims in disbelief. "Giving alcohol and tobacco to minors."
"It's just a sampling, and it's not always the same thing." the teen protests "They sampled people pasta last time, and the one before that had..." He trails off for a moment, you can see his cheeks flush slightly in pink "...Entertainment. Of plays and props. What I mean is, they've been doing this for years. There has been no problems so far. So, uh, no worries."
Your classmates look unconvinced, some of them even looks ready to leave.
"They don't slip drugs in it if that's what you're worrying about," The teen huffs exasperatedly at the wary faces your classmates are making, "and you don't have to participate if you don't wanna." He returns his attention to his bottle after that. You can't help but notice that with each swig the teen takes, he grows more and more dazed and possessive of the bottle. Your gut feelings tells you that no drugs were involved, but something else much more sinister. You're having a sense of déjà vu just coming from the smokes and aroma, a tingle of aura in the air almost magical in nature not unlike the Island.
The Grace and Steve looks placated, but the rest slowly files out of the building. Soon, there's only the three of you. They both shot you inquiring looks, asking for your decision.