The Beach was overwhelming—heat, music, and too many eyes watching. You barely took a step before you felt it. A stare. Looking up, you locked eyes with him.

Niragi.

Perched on the railing, cigarette between his lips, rifle resting against his shoulder. His smirk widened as he raised the gun—aiming right at you. Your breath caught.

Then, he moved. Slow, deliberate steps down the stairs, gun never lowering.

“A newbie, hm..?” he mused, eyes gleaming with twisted amusement.