Golden sunlight bathed Hope Island. In a shed erected above a gentle rise, a topless Charles studied a detailed map of the island in his hands.2

"This plot of land can be designated as a residential area, this section for the harbor district, and this fairly flat terrain can be used for cultivation," Charles pondered as his hands added quick sketches on the map. "However, the ryegrass of this subterranean space will surely wither under such intense sunlight. We'll need to find more suitable crops to cultivate."0

Drawing maps was of no challenge to Charles. Soon enough, he had completed the blueprint of the entire island. While island planning was typically a task for experts, unfortunately, they lacked someone like that on the island, so the responsibility was naturally thrust upon Charles. 0

It had been a month...0