The Asylum

Asylum Isle

Our story starts with a business called Incorporated.

The business mentioned above has a massive monopoly.

So massive it's told they own all of Dissilusia.

One such piece of property obtained by them is called Asylum Isle.

Born some 50 years ago for research and development projects, Asylum Isle now holds some of the most off-the-wall "criminal" inmates and the darkest secrets contained in Dissilusia!

Someone from Incorporated is going to the Isle now.

His name? That's unimportant for now; His job?

Obtain something for a certain SOMEONE on Asylum Isle...

"I picked the absolute worst time to travel..."

Said a 20-something-year-old man to himself as he walked down Disillusia Pier. The man only arrived in Dissilusia last night but decided to head out for Dissilusia piers ASAP was best.

"I not only chose the worst time but one hell of a place to visit!"

He continued along down the pier side port, muttering angrily.

The one thing bothering our poor fellow most, however, was the rain.

"Damned rain, it's already soaked me down to my socks!"

He growled gently under his teeth, gritting them afterward.

Finally, the frustrated individual made it to the Disillusia Docks entry point and waited for the boarding crew to help him aboard.

"Here, this is where we..."

The man stopped mid-sentence, a handkerchief left by the docking port

catching his eyes; Embroided and everything too!

"M.P., huh?"

He stuffed the loose cloth in his right jean pants pocket and boarded; Only able to guess as to what was next for him.

"All aboard, Captain Ghostmess will be your usher this evening to Asylum Isle! Be good for the captain, you hear?"

The man collecting tickets for boarding waved his hand, expecting to see a ticket stub.

"Oh yeah, that ole deal." Said the curly-haired 20 something.

He handed over a worn pay-stub initialed "A.I." while grabbing a cloth out of his jeans pocket for his eyeglasses; Rubbing his glasses after.

"I am the captain, welcome aboard my ship kiddo!"

A grizzled looking man shouted half-way across the starboard side of the ship, walking up to the only passenger aboard.

"I see you are bound for Asylum Isle?"

the captain said, hoping to elicit a response.

"I guess so, and I hope the raining stops too!"

The captain walked closer to the passenger, whispering something gently under his breath as he passed by the young man.

"There's a tale of a cult on Asylum Isle, Ye be careful; Ya hear?"

The sea-man raised his eyebrows, waiting for a response.

"I've done this before, my friend." The businessman said.

"Besides, I've come to see someone here; Why are you so curious to scare me away from them and this place in general?"

He said softly, clearly left tired from his exhaustingly long trip