Port Royal, South Carolina, year 1930. Somewhere in November, perhaps? Enid couldn't think of the date right off the top of her head. She remembered that she was in her bed, sleeping from the restless night before, until she heard her door open with a crash, and heard a great shout from her mother.

"Oh, Enid! My dearest Enid!" Mrs. Edwards cried, "Did you hear? The Port Royal Ferguson's has recently reopened! Get out of bed, child! We have to go and visit it, you know! My God, Enid! What are you waiting for? Why must you sleep so much?!"

Mrs. Shirley Edwards was the exact definition of a shopaholic. There was gossip going around town that every day she was seen in a new outfit. Some folks wondered how on earth she could afford this stuff, but those who were informed knew how… Mr. Edwards was an incredibly successful lawyer, no matter how sketchy some people found him. He rarely ever lost a case.

Mr. George Edwards was a man that some superstitious folk thought was some kind of magic man. They believed this because of what most would consider a gambling addiction. He and a group of friends would go out to the casino, and while the other men would have to face intense scolding from their rightfully irritated wives for losing the money that was supposed to be for food, George Edwards would come home with his pockets twice as full as they were when he entered. Shirley would shout with excitement and claim that her husband had been blessed by the Lord with prosperity, but George Edwards knew what he was doing. He paid no attention to the law, despite being a lawyer. Cheating was right up his venue.

Thoughts aside, their fifteen-year-old daughter, the polite and soft-spoken Enid Edwards, rushed out of bed at her mother's bark, throwing off her nightgown and changing into her dress, her mother still insisting that she hurry, but the dear was going as fast as she humanly could! She brushed her hair, threw on her hat, gloves, and heels, and was about to head downstairs when her mother shrieked yet again.

"Enid, ENID! Wait, my little doll! You've forgotten your necklace! Your father spent a fortune on this for you!" Shirley cried, handing the fine pearl necklace to the girl. Sure, the gift was actually for Shirley herself, but George never got Enid presents, so the woman figured that she would regift it. Mother and daughter then went downstairs, where a maid opened the door. Mrs. Edwards grabbed her parasol, and they were off!

Around this time, Ferguson's Clothing was one of the most sought-after clothing stores around, known for its incredibly high quality-and incredibly high price- clothing. Mrs. Edwards, with her mindset of a spoiled child, had petitioned and begged and cried and threatened to boycott every single clothing store in the United States until she got a Ferguson's in Port Royal. She even wrote to the owner of the chain and pleaded with him! Eventually the city council got so sick of it that they had finally granted her her wish. She practically forced Enid to walk by the site with her every day, watching as the result of her childish whining was being built. Now that it was open, Enid estimated that her mother would be in there for a total of… all day.

The walk to Ferguson's was a rather short one, since Mrs. Edwards had "insisted" that they build the shop close to her house, and you really can't argue with the richest woman in town, so whatever she said counted, for the most part. Mrs. Edwards squealed in excitement as she saw the open store, sitting Enid down on a bench.

"Now, my darling Enid, I heard that Mr. Ferguson himself was coming down to see the new location, and that he was bringing his children with him! You know that his youngest, Robert, is looking for a wife, and I believe that seeing you sitting here all alone, he'd come and see you, and that you two would immediately click! After all, dear, you have the best of both myself and your father!" Mrs. Edwards then started going off about all of Enid's apparent skills and traits, but the girl just sat there, dazed. She was fifteen years old! She didn't even want to think about dating, yet alone marrying! Especially not marrying that nasty, snotty Robert Ferguson! After all, his ego was about the size of his forehead! Alas, whenever Enid snapped out of her daze, Mrs. Edwards was already in the store, probably trying on every piece of clothing available.

'I can't believe mamma would think things like that! She probably knows that if I would marry Robert, she'd get in-store benefits,' Enid thought to herself, kicking at a pile of fallen leaves. Yes, fallen leaves. It was autumn.

Enid heard a motor, and then watched as the Ferguson automobile approached, coming to a halt in front of the store. First, the father exited the vehicle, with his moustache groomed and his eyebrows arched; then the mother, whose very aura screamed 'I'm better than you'; then, the five children, who were the undelightful mixture of both of their parents. The youngest, Robert, had left his siblings and looked straight at Enid.

"Miss Edwards, is it? Your mother has some nerve writing to my father like that. You've heard it from me, tell her not to bug us again," Robert said, Enid trembling a bit.

"Yes, Mr. Ferguson, of course. Now if you excuse me, I-" Enid was about to walk off whenever she heard the boy chuckling. She had noticed that his eyes were on her chest, and had slowly moved down to her legs, almost as if he was trying to look up her dress.

"I don't understand why my mother told me to stay away from you. There's clearly nothing to look at," Robert said with a laugh. Enid's face grew red, and her high heel went down on the lad's foot.

"You're absolutely awful, Robert Ferguson! Awful!" She shrieked, taking off. She passed the store, surely with her mother still inside of it, not wanting to be seen by anybody. What an absolute disgrace!

Enid had quickly ran past her house and into the area behind, praying that no one would find her. In fact, she was going into sections that were usually out-of-bounds for her if she was to be unsupervised. She just couldn't risk being found! Then she'd have to deal with her mother, and worse, Robert! He'd probably went crying to his parents already, and they'd probably demand Enid's head on a silver platter for hurting their baby boy. As she looked back, she saw her tree-house and considered hiding in there, but she had to go on. It would be too risky; that would be one of the first places her mother would check.

Upon more walking through the leaf-covered, secluded area, Enid saw what looked like a… pair of dice? Why on earth were they on the ground? Did someone drop them? 'I bet daddy dropped them after another one of his drunken gambling sprees. That's awfully disgustin' if you ask me,' the young girl thought to herself. She had always resented her father's gambling, believing that it was the one sin that couldn't be forgiven. She didn't understand how her father could smile and present to his opponent 'an equal game of chance' whenever he knew in his heart that he would win. He designed the game to win.

'It's dice like these that daddy uses to cheat innocent people outta their hard earned cash!' Enid said to herself. She knew deep in her heart that her father cheated, but, as she was a mere fifteen years of age, and her father 42, she knew she couldn't do anything about it. Her mother always excused it as Enid's 'teenage insecurities'. Little Enid loved Mrs. Edwards dearly, but sometimes she could be incredibly shallow, especially when it came to her daughter's life issues.

'I suppose that the correct thing to do would be to retrieve these. After all, that could help mamma cool down a bit. She's probably fuming at me right now,' Enid thought, heading toward the shiny cubes. However, as she went to pick them up, she felt as if the ground had suddenly disappeared before her! All she saw beneath her was a black abyss! Suddenly, it was all dark! She felt as if she was falling hundreds of feet a second, yet she could see nothing neither below nor above her. She still had the dice, which were clutched firmly in her gloved hand. This girl was frozen with fear and wanted to scream, but nothing would come out!

After what seemed like hours of falling, Enid hit grass. She had expected to be crushed to death by the sheer force of her falling, but she realized that the grass was soft, like a pillow! She was unscathed! This world she was in however, was a strange one. She did not see the woods or the leaf piles that she saw in South Carolina. It was not a cold, drafty autumn day, but a gentle summer day!

Still overcome by her fear, Enid sat up, looking around. The dice were still clutched in her hand as if they were some kind of sacred artifact. She tried pinching herself to wake up from this dream that she had assumed she was in.. but, alas, it was no dream! Little did Enid know that these dice that were in her hand would brew up a mighty storm.

Upon looking around more, Enid was startled by a rustling bush. She swore to herself that she saw a figure quickly retreat to hide in it, as if they were afraid of her, but Enid was probably more afraid of them than they were of her!

"I-Is anyone there? You can come out, I promise that I'm not gonna hurt ya!" Enid said, slipping the dice into her dress pocket as she put her hands up. It was indeed revealed that someone had taken shelter in the bush… but there were actually two people! Two boys revealed themselves, and they appeared to have… cups for heads?!

At this point, Enid was starting to deny reality. She had to be dreaming! She was unsure if she should be startled, amazed, confused, or a mixture of all three! "Uhh… How do you do?" Enid asked, giving the two boys a small curtsey.

"How do we do? You're the one who just fell from the sky!" One of the boys said. He was distinguished from the other by having a large, blue nose, a slimmer, rounder head, and blue shorts. 'I did indeed fall…' Enid thought to herself as she replied, "Oh, but I'm all right! I didn't feel a thing!"

"So you're tryin' to say that you're some kind of angel, then?" the other boy, with a small, red nose, a larger, wider head, and red shorts said. Enid gasped at the thought. She didn't want to portray the wrong message to these boys! She had just met them, after all! "Truly, boys, I would even think of saying anything like that! I'm from South Carolina!" Enid cried. The boys just seemed confused.

"Not to be rude, lady, but I've never heard of this 'South Carolina' of yours," the boy in red said, both he and his companion still thinking that South Carolina was some kind of godly kingdom in the sky, "but nonetheless, my brother and I would be real glad to show you around!" The boys had pretty much discovered on their own that Enid had absolutely no idea where she was.

"Welcome to Inkwell Isle! I don't know if you've ever heard of it in this 'South Carolina' of yours," the one in blue added.

At this point, introductions were given. The boy in red introduced himself as Cuphead, the one in blue being his brother, Mugman. As Enid introduced herself to them, they had noticed the shape of the dice in her small pocket.

"Might I ask why a pretty lady like you has got dice in her pocket?" Cuphead asked, crossing his arms. "Oh, these? I found them when I was walking in the woods. Whenever I had picked them up, the ground disappeared beneath me! This is how I fell here," Enid replied, taking the dice out of her pocket to show the boys. Upon seeing them, both of the boys jumped.

"H-Hey, lady.. Could I ask why exactly you have THOSE specific dice?" Cuphead stuttered. He backed away, not wanting to even try to touch the dice or take them from Enid.

Enid freaked out inside. "Well, I just thought they were my daddy's. Why are you askin'?" She tried to remain polite, despite her inner feelings of pure dread.

"Those are the Devil's dice! The Elder Kettle told us that he has a certain set of rigged dice to make it where he wins every game he plays! He had recently lost 'em and gone mad!" Mugman cried, Enid's heart sinking in her chest.

Enid, at this point, was more confused than afraid. She knew not of the casino or of the Devil who ran it. She certainly didn't know that he forced his debtors to sell their souls to him. If the boys had told Enid that, she probably would have flipped her lid.

"Devil? My dear boys, I don't understand! Please, tell me about the owner of these dice! What have I gotten myself into?"

The boys tried their best to explain the casino and the Devil to Enid, using words that the Elder Kettle had told them. They purposefully left out what happens if someone challenges the Devil, featuring that Enid wasn't ready to know about that yet.

Now Enid was more frightened than confused. This Devil seemed even worse than the one she learned about in church, and even worse than her own personal devil… that devil being her own father. This Devil would certainly seek her out to have his dice returned. What would become of her? She wasn't even from this world!

"I know! The Elder Kettle can help us! He's really smart, he'll know what to do!" Cuphead exclaimed. "We can take you to him!" His brother added. Enid wasn't sure at first, but she eventually gave in to it.

Putting the Devil's dice back in her pocket, Enid took one of Cuphead's hands in her left and one of Mugman's in her right. It was strange, with these boys being so small! She felt like she was strolling down the busy streets of Port Royal, holding the hands of her two sons that she never knew she had, when, in reality, they were the ones leading her!

The boys led Enid into a decent looking house that was surrounded with greenery and had a very lively feel to it. Upon entering the house, she saw that there was… a kettle standing there? She had just assumed that Kettle was the man's last name! She didn't think he'd be an actual kettle!

The Elder Kettle seemed pretty surprised by these boys bringing in some random girl, and naturally he questioned it. The boys quickly went on to explain to him that Enid had fallen out of the sky. He was pretty skeptical, thinking that these children were just telling another one of their tall tales, but he was glad that they made a friend. He didn't believe them until Cuphead brought up the dice.

"We gotta help her! This girl's found the Devil's dice! If he finds out she has them, there's no sayin' what he'll do to her!" The boy cried. Enid's heart dropped in her chest again. These darned dice could possibly be the death of her!

"Oh, my dear Elder Kettle, may I ask you a question?" Enid asked, the old man nodding. "Why are these dice so precious to the Devil, anyway? They look like a pair of plain ol' dice to me!"

"Well, from what I can understand," said the Elder Kettle, "the dice you are holding were crafted by the Devil for him to win any game he's challenged to. If he sees people in the casino making good money, he'll offer them one last game. He claims that if they win, he'll give them all of the money in his casino. Then, he uses those dice you're holding to win the game."

"Oh, that's horrible! What becomes of the people?"

"...Well, bless their unfortunate souls. That blasted Devil has brought nearly all of Inkwell Isle into debt! Now, miss… your name is… Enid? All right, miss Enid. You must hold onto those dice at all times. If anyone tries to get them off of you, deny them, no matter how much good they promise to do for you in return. Do you understand, miss Enid?"

"Y-Yes, sir."

"That's a good girl," Elder Kettle continued. "I'm sure that by this point, the Devil knows you have those dice, and he'll be doing anything to get them back. He'll try to get them back himself, as well as using other people to try to get them off of you. I don't recommend you stay here, though. If you're moving, it'll be harder for him to track you down."

"S-Sir, I don't know anybody here! I'll be by myself! Surely you ain't kickin' me out!" Enid cried in disbelief.

"Miss Enid, I would keep you here if I could. As much as I'd like to protect you, staying here would put all four of us in great danger. The Devil would find you in no time. Oh, dear, don't give me that face. You won't be in this alone. Your new friends will help you and guide you along the way," The Elder Kettle pointed to the boys. Mugman smiled and waved while Cuphead gave a thumbs up.

"However… The Devil won't be alone, either. He'll ask people to get them off of you and offer huge blessings and favors in return. There's also his right-hand man, the dreaded Mr. King Dice. He's an alcoholic and a womanizer. He plays the upper-class women of Inkwell Isle like cards. He'll try to charm you with false positives and forced compliments. When you'd least expect it, he'd have his hand snaked into your dress pocket, trying to steal his boss' dice back. The boys' former nanny, poor Bridget, she's absolutely head-over-heels over him… but that's enough about Dice. There's also a chance where you could come across the Devil himself. If that would happen…"

After that sentence, Elder Kettle trailed off. He didn't want to just calmly tell Enid that she would probably die if she refused to give the Devil's dice back. Even if Enid DID give them back, the Devil could still do horrible things to her just for having them in her possession!

Enid was a nervous wreck, but she knew that she had to leave. She had to leave for her own safety, as well as the safety of her new friends and the kind Elder Kettle. Yet, the thoughts of the Devil getting to her were slowly starting to eat away at her. Of course, she had the boys, but they were so small compared to her! She had know idea what would be lurking around Inkwell Isle! Thoughts of South Carolina were slowly slipping away from her. Now, her mind was full of things such as the Devil, his dice, trying to avoid this King Dice that the Elder Kettle talked to her about, and the people that they would hire to try to get the dice back. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the thought of the poor Bridget, who seemed to be blindsided by love for a disgusting man.

Enid stepped out of the house, ready to go. This would be her life now.