Under a star-filled night sky, a lone silhouette stands on the dark, windswept beach. A group of visitors faces several figures. A tall hooded man with a stern face speaks first: "GREETINGS. IT'S BEEN MANY YEARS SINCE VISITORS HAVE BEEN HERE." In the foreground, a large muscular man with spiky black hair and a broad grin reassures them, "DON'T WORRY." Farther down the shore, several small figures stand in the surf and sand. One says, "THERE'S NO WAY YOU CAN REACH THE ISLAND IF YOU JUST FOLLOW THE CURRENTS OR THE TIDE." Another adds, "JUST TO BE SURE, YOU DIDN'T END UP STRANDED HERE BY CHANCE, RIGHT?" A tall man with wild hair stands with his back partly turned, observing the exchange.