Last Lament

A long time ago, someone said [let's create an island. A place where we can discard our troubles.]

And so, an island was created. Criminals where sent there, people are abandoned there, and trash was thrown there.

But that wasn't all-

[Let's make it more interesting] that person said with a chuckle. [We can give them a chance.]

If they wish to leave the island. Then-

[Stain your hand with the blood of others. Walk along the borders of sanity. And murder your way through freedom.]