The smell of salty sea air fills the air, and the sounds of a distant shoreline echos in the evening. The sun is slowly setting, and the red sky glows in contrast to the barren cliffs of Denmark. You stand atop the highest cliff, overlooking the vast terrain, and notice the lonely figure of a man standing on the edge of the sea. He stands aloof, contemplating the crashing waves beneath him. You slowly make your way down the cliff's ridge, until you come to stand a few paces away from the man.