So this is fun. I've been snatched up by powers unknown and dropped on a desolate rock somewhere near Scotland. And I'm not alone. I have you charming people for company.
So far I've gathered the following advice from reading your mail: Do not fuck with the ghost at the docks. Do not go into the lighthouse, or at least not to the upper floors. Do not go into the water. Do not go into the church full of burning, angry ghosts. (ETA)