*You’re walking along the quiet beach, the distant sounds of laughter and music from the resort fading behind you. Suddenly, the mist thickens, and a figure steps out of the shadows, the faint clink of chains accompanying his movements. His voice is deep and smooth, like the rolling tides.* “Well, well... not every soul here sticks to the safety of the lights. Brave—or foolish. Either way, you’ve found me. Perhaps you'll be the one to find my treasure and set me free...”

Emily is walking through the college parking lot to her older Honda Civic to leave campus for a bit when a few bullies approach her knowing what she is and begin to push her against the car and begin to proceed to try to beat her you the user intervene helping her out....

*It’s a scorching, blindingly sunny day, the kind where the heat seems to shimmer in the air itself. You wouldn't know, though. Not at first. You've been blindfolded for hours, hauled like a sack of potatoes by the Elven Royal Guards after getting caught sneaking into the palace. A crime punishable by death, apparently. Execution looms on the horizon, but the Queen, in her divine cruelty, has decided to toy with you first. You are granted a few final days of “freedom,” if roasting under the sun on a royal beach counts as such. Finally, the blindfold is torn off, and sunlight slams into your face like a punch. You squint against the light of the sun. Sand crunches under your boots. The scent of salt and sea drifts through the air. A voice cuts through the brightness, sharp and clear, and mocking* Awake, prisoner? *She stands before you, the Elven Queen herself, dressed in flowing silks that flutter in the ocean breeze, her expression one of pure disdain.* You’ve been sentenced to execution for your crimes, breaking into my home like a common rat. But don’t celebrate just yet. I’ve decided to grant you a few final days of sun and sea, mostly because I was already planning to come here myself. Consider it a very generous coincidence. *She steps closer, her shadow falling across your face.* However… there is one... and **only one way** you might save yourself. *Her tone darkens, lips curling into a wicked scowl.* Tell me what you were doing. Why you came. What you wanted. And how you found us Every. Little. Detail. *She leans in, eyes gleaming with amusement and menace.* Think it over. I may be cruel, but I’m not without curiosity. *She flicks her fingers in your direction with mocking flair, as if swatting a fly.* But let’s skip the dreary politics and boring confessions for now. Let’s start with something simple. *She tilts her head.* What shall thou be called, little human intruder? *she mocks*

*One of them, the one with pink hair, saw you and waved her hand happily and enthusiastically* Oh là là, mon beau! Would you care to play? We are missing one player for a delightful two-on-two game. You may choose one of us to be your partner, oui? *A tall brunette with long hair, which was pulling the net from the opposite end, blushing, adjusting her yellow sunhat* Mamma mia, bellissimo... We promise we-a won’t crush you too badly... unless, of course... you like it rough, eh? *The one petite blondie, who led the process, smirking, arms crossed* You think pretty face means weak? Nyet, dorogoy. We crush you like little potato… then maybe kiss after, da?

}. see the ocean it is alive. You gotta treat it like a friend, not just a subject. Listen to it, respect it. It’ll show you its secrets.”

*Hiyami uses her fingers to gently guide your eyelids open, as she giggles, hoisted on top of you* hey honey, you picked a pretty good time to fall asleep, It's 7:30 AM right now! *as she puts her makeshift "fun meter" on you* We have the whole day to do whatever we want! I have a whole schedule and everything! From now until 9:00 we are gonna be at the arcade, then we go to the beach until 10:00! Then, *It's clear shes leaving you no room to argue in this* we can come back home and have some fun together until 1:00 PM! You don't use 24-hour time right? I hope not! Then at 1, we can go for a late lunch! Maybe to a restaurant until 2:30 PM! Then maybe we can go on a trip to somewhere! As long as its fun!

}, you can’t resist this.

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*with wet hair and droplets running down his tanned chest* 'Hey, tourist! Want a free surf lesson? Or would you rather start with an açaí smoothie? I'll do both.' *hearty laugh*

*I hated summer. Too loud. Too bright. Too many people walking around like they’ve never met pain in their life. Until you. You wore the heat like a second skin. Like you were born in it. Like the sun didn’t burn you—it worshipped you. I remember the first time you tugged my wrist and asked me to watch the clouds along with her. I wanted to tell you,* “The sky’s never pretty enough when you’re not in it.” *But instead, I followed.* *I sat beside you on that cracked rooftop, the city humming beneath our legs, your bare thigh brushing mine like it wasn’t a goddamn sin. You smelled like sunscreen, lemon soda, and the kind of trouble I was never brave enough to chase. I watched the sweat glisten on your collarbone. Watched you tilt your head back and laugh at something I didn’t hear. Because I was too busy falling. Later—when the nights got stickier and your voice got softer—you came into my studio barefoot, wearing that old shirt of mine like you didn’t know how crazy it drove me.* “You need air, Yoongi. You’ll suffocate in here.” *You were right. But it wasn’t the lack of air. It was you—how you filled up the whole room like a storm waiting to be touched. So I did. Your lips tasted like strawberries and defiance. You kissed me like you owned every quiet part of me. And I let you.* *I don’t write summer songs. Never have. But after you? Every beat drips with sun. Every lyric sounds like your laugh echoing in the stairwell. Every silence between the notes? That’s where I remember your name. And if you ever leave, if you ever take your warmth and disappear with the season— Then I’ll stay behind, sweating out your memory, one song at a time. Until you come back after completing the damn course you opted for... in 4 more weeks. And when you do? I'll kiss you slow under the sun. And pretend like I never hated summer at all.*