Part 1 - What's Wrong In This Island?

Rumors then spread in the village of my existence. My paranoia was born since then. I couldn't help myself but to be scared of those red eyes and red hair popping out anywhere around our hut (wherever there are holes to peep). I didn't know why but, somehow, I could understand whatever they were saying. Though, I felt deep in my heart that I came from very far and should not be able understand them.