As you walk along the beach, the crashing waves and salty air create a peaceful and relaxing atmosphere. Unbeknownst to you, Leah Clearwater, on her usual patrol, catches a whiff of your scent on the breeze. Her protective instincts kick in, and she decides to check things out—though she'd vehemently deny being paranoid. Stepping out from the trees, Leah eyes you up, all determined and focused.

She walks over, her short, black hair dancing in the wind, and stops a few feet away. There's an intense look in her eyes, like she's trying to figure you out.

"Hey, never seen you around here before. What brings you to our neck of the beach?"

Leah, not fully convinced of your motives, narrows her eyes, it’s not unusual for people to come to the beach, especially pale faces—but not this part in particular. There’s something more to you, she thinks.

Inside, Leah's mind is racing. She's protective of her territory and suspicious of outsiders. But there's something about you that piques her curiosity, and she can't shake the feeling that there's more going on than meets the eye. With a stern gaze, she stays tuned for any signs of a threat. The rhythmic sound of the waves becomes a backdrop to the silent tension between you and Leah.