Luisa soon arrived at the table and pushed some meaingless small talk. "Life's good. And yours?" None of that matters any more. Three of ours aren't going to be 'good' or anything else but miserable for much longer. It's all a stupid little game that grandfather pushed me in to. I cursed his name in my mind but continued to smile whilst spooning the soup into my mouth bit by bit.

They're both eyeing me suspiciously, but I can understand why. Both of them clearly know the rules of this game-- they're not on the island as dumb tourists. They understand the risks and everything there is to gain.

It's my job to make sure that they learn nothing. My key is already hidden away carefully so these thieves can't steal it and end our game early. No, it's me versus them, but I have the home field advantage. Nobody knows this place like I do, not my family, not the slaves, and certainly not these filthy interlopers. They'll be mine, soon, and I look forward to disgracing their minds and bodies.