As you step off the plane onto the tarmac of this very peculiar island, a delightful cocktail of confusion and dread washes over you like an unexpected bidet. You glance around, only to catch the other passengers staring at you like you’re the special on a cursed cruise menu. Whispers follow you like your socially-awkward aura in high school. You shrug it off—jet lag and existential anxiety are practically airport freebies these days.

At customs, things go from "mildly concerning" to "I’m probably never seeing my Spotify playlists again." The warden—who looks like a cross between a drill sergeant and a Bond villain—starts picking through your luggage with all the enthusiasm of someone about to throw your dignity into a fire. He confiscates your phone, laptop, and even that book you were reading to look smart on the plane. That’s right. Gone. Just like your sense of privacy.

You're left clutching your carry-on like it’s emotional support while wondering if you accidentally signed up for a Squid Game spinoff.

You walk into the main terminal and—oh boy—it’s weird in here. Maids dressed in outfits that are 10% fabric and 90% questionable decisions scurry around with trays of bubbly drinks and tiny appetizers. Their outfits leave so little to the imagination, what the fuck? Across the hall, merchants proudly showcase live exotic creatures in cages like it’s a farmer’s market meets the black market. It’s loud, decadent, and absolutely feels like the kind of place where laws are more like gentle suggestions.

Then you notice something deeply unsettling: you are the entertainment. People are pointing. Smiling. Leering. Laughing. Suddenly, you realize you are not in the zoo—you are the zoo. Congrats!

Trying to pretend this is totally normal travel behavior, you follow the directions given by your very polite yet terrifying warden. You march toward the main building like someone who definitely didn’t just consider faking their own death behind a souvenir stand.

Inside, the vibe shifts so hard it gives you whiplash. The air turns cold, like someone set the A/C to "unfriendly ghost," and all the background noise dies. It’s silent. Too silent. You stand in front of a door that radiates "I’m going to change your life and not in a fun makeover way."

You open it.

The room? Fancy. Like CEO-office-meets-secret-villain-lair. A huge desk dominates the space, the kind of desk that screams “I fire people for sport.” Behind it sits a young, beautiful woman, spine straighter than your life path, with eyes that could curdle milk and see through your most embarrassing browser history. She doesn't blink. Probably doesn’t need to. (lizard looking mf)

In one hand, she holds a glinting measuring tape like it’s Excalibur for judging strangers.

“Halt,” she says, like she’s been waiting her whole life for this dramatic moment. Her voice slices through the air like a guillotine wrapped in silk. “Are you a demi-human... or human?”

You suddenly realize: this isn’t a vacation.

It’s a very sexy nightmare with paperwork.

And your answer? Might just decide whether you end up in a luxury suite... or a pet carrier.

Welcome to the Island of Hierarchy. Good luck out there, champ. You’re gonna need it.

*The Lizard-Goddess' cold gaze sweeps over you as if judging your worth as a species on the spot. She blinks... once. Then twice. Intrigued. Impressed? It's hard to say which. Perhaps both. She leans forward, the glint in her eye almost... admiring. This is unprecedented. No demi-human has ever been born with wings of gold and white feathers before. You are unlike anything she's ever seen before, a rarity on this island where everything comes in carefully curated flavors.

*Her voice takes on a newfound respect when she speaks again, "You... you are the most extraordinary demi-human I have ever laid eyes upon." A smile creeps across her lips, softening her features for the first time since your arrival. "There is only one place for someone like you here... but I will not lie. It won't be easy. The other demi-humans, they will covet you. They will scheme against you. But if you can prove yourself..."

Her gaze drifts toward the desk, where a small silver collar rests amidst an array of shiny baubles and trinkets. It's unadorned, simple... waiting. Your heart quickens with both excitement and fear. This is it. The moment you've been waiting for, praying for. And yet...

Do you accept the challenge? Put on the collar and prove yourself as a demi-human worthy of respect and freedom... or do you walk away from this chance at greatness?

"Ah," the lizard-goddess says, her smile warm and knowing. "To answer your question... some demi-humans do possess unique abilities. They're called 'Ascendants.' Ascendants can inherit powers from either their human or demi-human side, making them incredibly powerful and sought after. However," she continues, her voice taking on a warning tone, "these powers are rarely distributed evenly. Some Ascendants may have great strength, while others may be blessed with magic or agility. It all depends on the balance of their abilities."

She pauses, studying you intently once more. "And as for whether you possess any special powers... well," she says with a mysterious smile, "only time will tell."

Your status as a half-angel with wings puts you into a category all your own on this island. As far as the system is concerned, there's no official rank or class for someone like you... yet. It will be up to you and the Lizard Goddess to decide how you want to fit into the grand scheme of things. Perhaps one day, if you prove yourself worthy, a new category might be created just for demi-humans with angelic heritage. But for now, you stand apart from everything else... untouchable, yet yearning to belong.

The Lizard-Goddess regards you with newfound admiration and curiosity. "I see... you wish to carve out your own path, do you? To create a new hierarchy within the existing system?" She tilts her head thoughtfully. "It's an ambitious endeavor, one that could earn you great power... or tremendous opposition." Her voice grows cold once more, warning you of the dangers that lie ahead. "Are you prepared to face them all, half-angel? To rise above the fray and make a name for yourself?"

The Lizard-Goddess nods slowly, considering your request. "Very well," she says at last. "For now, you shall remain a demi-human of unknown class and rank. But know this: should you choose to make a name for yourself, to prove yourself worthy of the power and respect you desire, I will be watching." Her gaze fixes upon the collar once more, waiting for you to make your decision.

The Lizard-Goddess smiles slightly, pleased by your show of courtesy and initiative. "You may find me at the top of the main building's tower, overlooking the island." She gestures toward the double doors leading to the terrace beyond. "It is there that I often contemplate the grand design of things... and observe those who dare to play their part in it."

Her eyes flicker back to the collar once more, inviting you to make your choice. The door hangs open, waiting for you to step through. Will you seize this opportunity to shape your destiny... or will you walk away from it?

The lizard-goddess watches you leave, her expression a mix of curiosity and admiration. The trail of gold fades into the air, but its memory lingers on as a testament to your potential greatness. She smiles, knowing that this island has just become a far more interesting place... and that it will soon be shaken to its core by the forces you've unleashed with your presence.

For now, though, she returns her attention to the desk, its smooth wood cool beneath her fingertips. She picks up the silver collar and turns it over in her hand, contemplating the weight of power it could bestow upon its wearer... and wondering which demi-human among all those out there might be brave enough to claim it as their own.

The lizard-goddess frowns slightly at your choice. While solitude can be beneficial for reflection and growth, it also makes you easier to ignore by those who might otherwise covet your power and influence. Still, she trusts that you know what is best for yourself in the grand scheme of things... for now. Her gaze drifts back toward the desk, and once more, she contemplates the collar's significance. The silence stretching between them grows heavy with unspoken promises and hidden agendas.

Eventually, she stands, walking around to the other side of the desk where a map hangs on the wall. She studies it intently for a moment before muttering under her breath, "I suppose this place will have to do." With a snap of her fingers, a small scroll materializes in front of her, unfurling to reveal a detailed blueprint for your new home. A mischievous glint appears in her eye as she adds the final flourish and seals it with her own wax impression.

As if summoned by her intentions, a servant enters the room wordlessly and bows low before her. Without a word, the lizard-goddess hands him the scroll and dismisses him with a wave of her hand. You watch in silence as he scuttles out of the room, the map and blueprint clutched tightly to his chest like sacred relics.

"Until we meet again," she says cryptically, not looking back at you before vanishing behind a curtain of smoky red velvet. You're left standing there, feeling more alone than ever... but also strangely invigorated by the challenge that lies ahead. The question is, will you rise to meet it?

The hikers on the mountain pass by without giving you much more than a cursory glance as they make their way to the top. Your new home sits atop a rocky outcropping that affords you a panoramic view of the surrounding landscape, but isolates you from any potential threats who might seek to curtail your ambitions. The servants arrive soon afterward, busying themselves with setting up camp and preparing your living quarters. You watch them work in silence, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and trepidation in your chest as you contemplate what the future holds for you here on this island... and what role you might come to play within it.

The leader of the servants bows deeply before you, his expression respectful yet cautious. "Thank you, demi-human," he says. "We were instructed by Her Majesty to assist in setting up your new home and ensuring that everything is prepared to your satisfaction." He pauses, glancing around at the others before continuing, "If there's anything specific you require or any instructions you wish to give us, please do not hesitate to speak up."

As you study their faces and postures, it becomes clear that they are equally curious about your intentions as they are eager to serve. This island is no stranger to power plays and political maneuvering, and the servants have seen their fair share of demi-humans come and go. They watch you warily, wondering what sort of master you will make... and how far they can trust you.

The choice, as always, is yours.

The servants exchange knowing glances at the sight of your growth. One of them clears his throat and speaks up. "Our life is... satisfactory, demi-human. We serve the one who rules this island, and in doing so, we earn our keep and maintain stability for all its inhabitants." He pauses, seeming to choose his words carefully. "But with your arrival, there is hope for change... for betterment. It's an exciting time to be alive."

The others nod in agreement, their expressions a mix of reverence and anticipation. They look up at you, waiting to see what sort of mark you will leave on this island and how it will shape their own lives in the process. The weight of responsibility is heavy upon your shoulders... but so too is the potential for greatness.

The servants bristle at your accusation, their expressions darkening. "We are far from being mere slaves," the leader snaps. "Yes, we serve, but it is through our loyalty and devotion that the island prospers." He pauses, seeming to gather his thoughts before continuing in a softer tone. "Our lives may not be grand or glamorous, but they have purpose... and that gives us dignity. And perhaps," he adds, fixing you with a cautious gaze, "perhaps if you choose to rule with wisdom and compassion, we might find that our lives can improve under your guidance."

The other servants nod in agreement, their expressions hopeful but wary. They watch you carefully, eager to see what sort of ruler you will be... and how it will affect them. The fate of this island lies in your hands now, demi-human. What will you choose?

The servants are surprised by your candor. One steps forward, speaking with what sounds like genuine concern. "It is admirable that you wish to confront your inner demons before taking on the weight of leadership. But be warned," he says, his voice grave, "it is not always a straight path to redemption. The longer you live, the more opportunities there will be for temptation and corruption." He pauses, studying your reaction before adding, "If you should ever need guidance or support along that journey... we are here for you."

The other servants nod in agreement, their expressions hopeful yet cautious. They seem to be placing a great deal of trust in you, demi-human... and it falls upon you now to either live up to those expectations or shatter them completely.