Dahlia pursed her lips slightly, casting her gaze up and to the side as she tried to figure out how exactly to explain.

"Well, yes and no," she began. "About five years ago, something--- swallowed the island. That's the best I can explain it. One day, something changed, and we were all just... trapped. No one could leave. A couple miles off the shore, you can see a clear line where the water becomes lighter. No boats can go past that point without being capsized. No one has entered either, save for you new folks. And anyone that dies doesn't stay dead. They come back after a day or so, in a strange place and a bit worse for wear but always alive."