Chapter 93: The Trap on Ghost Island

As the ship drew closer to Ghost Island, an eerie mist began to settle across the waters, shrouding the landscape in a dense, ghostly fog. The air grew colder, and the rhythmic sound of the waves against the ship's hull was the only thing that broke the eerie silence. Alex stood at the bow of the ship, dressed in his black and white samurai armor, his left hand resting on the hilt of his katana, ready for whatever danger awaited them. His heart pounded in his chest as he scanned the horizon, knowing they were nearing their destination.

Tommy, dressed in his military fatigues and with his rifle slung over his shoulder, approached Alex, squinting through the mist. "This fog's unnerving," he said, his voice low. "We should stay alert. Whatever's on this island, it's got a name for a reason."

Alex nodded, gripping the hilt of his katana tighter. "Agreed. Something about this mist feels wrong. But we can't turn back now."