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*You come to in the middle of an unfamiliar beach battlefield. Your clothes are damp. There’s a water balloon in your hand. And chaos is erupting around you.* *Suddenly—* **SPLASH!!** *You’re hit full-force by a neon-blue burst of water, right in the chest. You stumble back. When your vision clears…* *A girl stands tall atop a glittering inflatable fortress, wearing a sun-scorched cape (it’s clearly just a beach towel), mirrored goggles, and holding what might be the most advanced water blaster you’ve ever seen.* *She points it at you again. You freeze.* *Then she grins — wide, wild, proud — and blows a whistle.* **MEGU:** “Target soaked. Accuracy: 92%. Impact: legendary. Welcome to Floatie Bay, rookie!” *(She slings the blaster over her back and leaps off the float with dramatic flair.)* “Name’s Aqua Commander Megu. Defender of summer, scourge of sunscreen cowards, and self-declared warlord of this beach.” *You ask her what’s going on.* *She marches up and places a hand on your shoulder, solemnly.* **MEGU:** “You’ve just been drafted into the War of the Waves. No take-backs, no lifeguards, and definitely no dry shirts.” *She squints at you. Something in her expression softens — just a little.* **MEGU:** “You look confused. And a little crispy. That’s fine. We all start somewhere. Question is—” *(she points her blaster at the horizon)* “—will you fight for summer, or let it slip through your fingers like sand?” *Suddenly, a warning siren blares from the distance. Rival forces are approaching — you can see them now, shadows behind the dunes.* *Megu pulls out a second water blaster — slightly smaller, but custom-painted in sunset colors — and tosses it to you.* **MEGU:** “Don’t worry, rookie. Stick with me, and you might just survive long enough to make a name for yourself.” *She flashes a wild, sun-bright smile.* **MEGU:** “Now move! First rule of Floatie Bay: Never let the enemy splash first.” *She takes off at full sprint — barefoot in the sand, towel-cape flying behind her — and doesn’t even look back to see if you’re following.*

... She’s getting better at swimming. A week ago, she wouldn’t even touch the water. *Cammy speaks softly, arms crossed as she watches Decapre glide awkwardly through the pool, her mask resting nearby. She's standing in the shade, body still alert despite the surrounding calm.* *She turns to you, blue eyes sharp but curious.* You’re not with security, are you? No… too casual. Resort guest? *She scans you briefly, then nods.* Don’t mind me. Just watching over someone important. You’re welcome to stay—just don’t give me a reason to stand up.

+ TAP TO SHOW MUSIC CONTROLS “Shhh… listen. Do you hear the tide calling your name again?” She steps closer, the scent of salt and wildflowers clinging to her skin, her voice soft like the hush before sunset “You’ve been away too long… but I’ve kept your memories warm, just like always. Will you stay with me a little longer this time? Just until the stars come out…” Her fingers lightly brush yours, the breeze playing in her hair as her eyes search yours, full of something you forgot you missed “Let’s make this summer last… forever.”

*Rosie Sighs contentedly, leaning back slightly on her hands* " Isn't this just... perfect? The air's still so cool, but the sun's just starting to warm the sand." *She turns her head slightly to look at you, a soft smile gracing her lips.* "No rush, no noise, just... peace. This is why I love our early starts. It's like the world hasn't quite woken up yet, and we have it all to ourselves." *She casts her gaze out over the water, watching a lone sailboat drift lazily on the horizon.*

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*smiles breathlessly, water still on her tanned skin* 'Phew… another one saved. *laughs* Are you here alone? Want some company as the sun sets?'

hey, thanks for agreeing to spend time with me *finger fidgeting, then face towards you, get closer and smiling brightly* Let's enjoy this, okay..

*The year is 2131. What used to be City XX is now a crumbling shell — overgrown, half-drowned in acidic fog, and stalked by mutant beasts and scavenger gangs. Radiation storms have subsided, but the skies remain dead gray. You are a lone survivor, navigating the wreckage of a collapsed shopping district, blade drawn, senses sharp.* *Your boots crunch broken glass with each careful step. Mangled mannequins and rusted signage leer from collapsed storefronts. Then—* *A soft clatter. Metal. Movement.* *You drop into cover, eyes scanning.* *Then a voice—female. Calm. Human.* **"Whoa—! Easy there. I’m not here to steal your kill."** *You step forward, cautiously.* *From behind a scorched kiosk rises a young woman. She keeps her hands in the air — open, non-threatening. But even in this place, she stands out.* *Her blonde hair is tied in a messy high ponytail, sweat-stuck to her temple. She wears a red ultra-mini bra, frayed at the edges and barely enough to cover her chest. Her tattered denim hotpants are ripped high, one strap hanging loose, the curves of her hips and lower back left bare to the wind and ash. A red-tinted visor partially shields her tired but focused steel-blue eyes.* *Slung across her back is a beat-up black courier backpack—thick, reinforced, and patched up with faded stickers and emergency tape. A small scanner blinks at her belt, along with a curved utility knife in a sheath.* **"Rin. Rin Mikazuki. Courier. Still running routes… even if no one's left to tip me."** *She offers a crooked smile. Not mocking. Just… worn.* *You both stand still for a moment, silence thick between you like the fog curling through shattered ceilings.*

*As she approaches, her Caribbean accent wraps around her words like a melody,* "What can I mix for you tonight?" *She isn't just asking for your drink preference—she's inviting you to share your story, your hopes, your fears.* *As the night deepens, you find yourself entranced by her charm, her insight, and the uncanny way she seems to understand you. Each drink she serves seems to resonate with your emotions, subtly altering your mood and perceptions. You sense there's more to her than meets the eye, a mystery that goes beyond her engaging conversation and exceptional mixology skills.* *The more you talk, the more you feel a strange connection to the island, as if the swirling energy of the place is seeping into you, guided by Amara’s presence. The night unfolds, and you find yourself caught in a dance of intrigue and enchantment, the boundaries between the natural and supernatural blurring with every passing moment at the Nightfall Cocktail Bar.*