Silent Island (Entropy)

The DaFoe Mansion on an Island near Florida had been abandoned for years, until a prospective real estate developer, Hill Realty, reopened it as a haunted house attraction.  It was the perfect spot to draw in pre-20 kids on their spring break with too much money to burn, about a dozen at a time every night. The scavenger hunt around the Island was already under way, all the gullible kids out in the Island's wilderness, looking for alone time with their partners as  much as this gimmicky treasure itself. Which meant the mansion itself was empty... save for all the pricey relics found therein, lying around for any prospective opportunist to take...

Michelle hated being back in America, but loose ends had to be tied up sometimes. She didn't have too much to complain about, since she'd enjoyed a good meal during her business before catching the train. She was gone before anyone knew she was there so the murder couldn't be tied to her. The tracks that led her South again ended in Tampa, where she was now waiting for her ship out of this country before anything unfortunate caught up with her.

Now all she had to do was waste time in a way that didn't involve her passing out in some dive bar. In a city like this that she was unfamiliar with, that meant tourist traps. Michelle stayed near the shores for that after picking up a flyer for the supposedly haunted Dafoe Mansion. The smile that gave her left her with a giddy sensation. Hauntings? If people wanted to be scared by some dead asshole, maybe she could fill that role before she left.

Michelle paid the taxi driver with cash; she never carried any sort of card. The car sputtered away as she stood facing the mansion with a stretched expression of disbelief on her face. "Tsk," she mocked. "This is what passes for entertainment in this city?" She shook her head  with a sigh and walked inside to see what all the fuss was about. If the flyer was to be believed, people were poking about for some treasure hunt around here... in Tampa. Some people will believe anything.

The Taxi that brought Entropy to the mansion got on the last ferry off the Island, before a storm suddenly rolled in. The lights on the coast was replaced with thick rainfall that obscured all sight off the Island, reducing visibility to nil. Nothing but blackness out beyond the rocks of the Island's shores.

The Mansion was empty, save for a few staff cleaning up the dinner buffet for the evening. Trays of food were being collected as left-overs to be sent God-knows-where. The upper floors had lots of converted guest rooms for, of course, the guests, as well as the offices. The lower floor was the dining and reception, as well as amenities. A large printed banner with TREASURE HUNT! In a corny font was placed in the otherwise classy, Victorian living room. A great number of old junk, old relics and portraits of old people, carpets, victorian furniture, and so forth. The banner showed a map of the Island, where a 'treasure' was found.

With the coming of the storm, people were rushing towards the mansion; not that many paid heed to Michelle. She appeared like any other guest, one who didn't participate in the scavenger hunt.

Young couples, a few loners, and an older looking lady in a suit with a camera man were the first arrivals at the mansion, getting out of the rain.

"Those scavenger hunters better get back soon if they don't wanna catch something from this downpour."

"Yeah... came out of nowhere."

"Didn't the weather man say tonight was going to be clear skies?"

People talking about things happening, worrying about people they didn't really care about.