The ‘beach’ was still lively as ever. It was a classified utopia for the abandoned state of Tokyo..

The place seemed to be bigger than a mansion, a hotel of some sorts that’s probably belonged to a rich and fine company. The area invaded completely of drunken people, party-goers, a sense of carelessness in their actions.

“It might be our last night..” He murmurs. Leaning against the balcony, watching over the sea of dancers from below.

He seemed to be talking to you, straight out of the blue. Except his gaze was some far else..