GRAVEYARD - REJECTS
Recovered Field Journal - Entry 3
I am writing to share urgent observations regarding our situation on the Isle of Deadmonton.
We were accompanied here by the Devils Brigade, a military group that operates outside traditional jurisdiction.
Following our arrival, most of the group headed toward a church not far from town. This church is connected to what appears to be a graveyard. At night, billows of putrid smoke rise from within it, accompanied by the faint sound of laughing and roars that I cannot describe.
The smell is beginning to drive some of us mad. I am starting to believe there is more to this island than what was previously sold to us; it seems the Isle of Deadmonton was never truly abandoned, but rather repossessed.
Why are we here? Are we just flies caught in a bigger web?