Grace awoke in her bed. She sat up, confused, with no idea how she got home. She rubbed her neck and turned and got out of bed. She stood up, but immediately fell back onto her bed. She looked down at her legs to see them covered in a multitude of bruises and cuts. "How on earth?" she thought to herself. Grabbing hold of the side of the bed for stability, she slowly forced herself to get up. She dragged her feet, like a zombie, to her bathroom. She flicked on the light and looked in the mirror. She gasped. "My god, I look horrendous," she said. Her face was covered in dirt and dried blood. She felt her face. They weren't from her. "I'm so confused right now," she spoke out loud. She jumped in the shower, cleaned herself up and got dressed and headed outside. She wandered down to the beach. When she arrived she noticed a crowd had gathered over at the lighthouse. She decided to go and have a look at what all the commotion was. As she approached the group, it went silent and all eyes had turned to look at her. "What are they looking at?" she asked herself. Then it became clear. She gasped. Hanging from the lighthouse by their neck was Justin, His body had been torn to shreds. He was barely recognizable. Then Grace noticed the writing behind his hanging body. "This Island belongs to the monsters"