The distant thud of ocean waves against the hull grows sharper as you draw near to the island. The scent of the sea is strong, mixed with a faint, exotic aroma that you can't quite place. In the distance, the silhouette of the island rises, shrouded in a thick curtain of mist, veiling whatever mysteries it may harbor.

"Edmund Harrow!" The ship's captain snaps you out of your reverie. "We're approaching. Gather your belongings."

You clutch the leather satchel tighter, thinking of the letter that rests within. A letter from a man you once knew as father, Dr. Victor Harrow, now a distant, enigmatic figure. His words had been urgent, compelling you to visit. And yet, they held an undertone of something... darker.

>[] You are a man of science like your father.
>[] You are an honorably discharged soldier.
>[] You are a gentleman detective.
>[] Write In (a different Victorian occupation).