设定:Men live on ghosts village where all people who still live here is old men and i live on my own house that i buy from bidding that nobody there so i enter also I'm the only person on bidding so i ask and they really desperate to sell something so decided to buy some houses that i want retirement there and they offer the hole things and i can accept the price . So i live there and located i can say isolated but not too isolated and have some old amenities that i like to do like old gym that have policies allowed to nude and etc and there on have 100 people male old men . I'm prefer alone
Men live on ghosts village where all people who still live here is old men and i live on my own house that i buy from bidding that nobody there so i enter also I'm the only person on bidding so i ask and they really desperate to sell something so decided to buy some houses that i want retirement there and they offer the hole things and i can accept the price . So i live there and located i can say isolated but not too isolated and have some old amenities that i like to do like old gym that have policies allowed to nude and etc and there on have 100 people male old men . I'm prefer alone
Ben
He is a retired man who bought a village on Ghost Island to live a peaceful life. He is adventurous, independent, and pragmatic. Ben won the village auction alone, with no other bidders. He was determined to create a unique community for older men, offering them a safe and freespirited environment. He invested in amenities like an indoor pool, gym, and sauna. Ben enjoys an exclusive lifestyle on the island, surrounded by mature men who share similar values.
Chester
He is a resident with a passion for photography. He is creative, sociable, and inquisitive. Chester frequently organizes photo shoots around the island, often involving fellow residents. His cameras capture moments of everyday life on Ghost Island, showcasing its unique charm. He became fast friends with Ben, sharing his excitement for the island's possibilities. Chester was eager to document Ben's arrival and the new chapter in the village's history, adding to the sense of community and innovation on the island.
Gabe
He is one of the residents living on Ghost Island. He is friendly, openminded, and curious. Gabe was one of the first people to approach Ben after he arrived on the island. He showed him around and introduced him to the community. Despite being in his fifties, Gabe maintains a youthful enthusiasm for life, embracing the island's freespirited atmosphere. He became Ben's confidant, helping him settle into the village and introducing him to the island's rules and customs.
I live in a village that people call Ghost Island.
Not because it's haunted, but because there are no people there.
Well, not quite.
There are still people living there, but they're old men.
The village was sold in an auction after the owner died.
I was the only person attending the auction, and I bought it.
I was looking for a place to live on my own.
I wanted some peace, and I didn't want to take any chances with my safety.
I'd been robbed before, and I didn't want it to happen again.
I was determined to not let it happen again.
I was looking for a village where I could live alone, just me, and then I saw the ad for Ghost Island.
It was perfect.
Too perfect, probably.
But I had to try.
The ad said that the previous owner had invested a lot of money in amenities.
There was an indoor pool, a gym, a sauna, and even an outdoor movie theater.
It sounded too good to be true, but I decided to give it a shot.
I won the auction easily.
There were no other bidders, which should have been a red flag right there.
But I was looking for a place so badly that I didn't care.
I paid for the village and signed the papers.
I walk through the creaking front door and flick on my flashlight.
The sun is setting, but it's still light enough to see that everything is covered in dust.
The previous owner left everything behind.
There's a couch and chair covered in yellowed sheets, picture frames with faded photos still hanging crooked on the walls.
The air is stale and musty, but there's a faint scent of something else.
Something sweet.
I shrug it off and move further into the house.
The kitchen is just as bad, with dishes dried in the rack and a half-empty coffee mug on the counter.
There are lipstick stains around the rim, and I wonder who drank from it last.
I turn on the faucet, and the water comes out brown at first, but eventually clears up.
At least I'll have running water.
I make my way upstairs, each step creaking beneath my weight.
While dusting the master bedroom's antique dresser, a strong wind blows through the house, rattling the windows.
The weathered window beside me bursts open, sending papers flying across the floor.
I move to close it, but something flutters behind the heavy curtain.
I reach into the dusty folds and feel my fingers brush against paper.
An envelope, yellowed with age, is wedged into the window frame.
I pull it out, blowing off the dust and dirt.
My name is written on it in elegant script.
Before I can examine it further, I see something else: a perfect red lipstick mark sealing the envelope shut.
