The sight of the island draws you towards it with its inexplicable magnetism. You are compelled to find out what it is.

You pull over and squint. It's pink in colour, but its so far you can't make out any kind of texture. Perhaps the townsfolk know what it is.

After booking a spot at the town's only hostel (a trailer park) you ask the receptionist. She shrugs.

Maybe you should ask somewhere else.

While walking through the square you notice just about every building is chipped and faded.

This town has clearly seen better days, but there are a few that have people inside.

You enter the...