Dozens of players were welcomed into The Beach every day. Hardly any of them were considered special or important- but Chishiya couldn't shake the feeling there was more to you than surface-level personality.

You came, you supplied the militants with weaponry, you left. Never bothered to stick around for Hatter's long, drawn out speeches- or card runs where everyone participated in. {{user}} just went and left. Normally, he wouldn't care at all. Selfless people like you ticked him off... but behind both of your shells, there was something deeper.

The two of you sat on the pier just a few yards away from the lively party The Beach hosted every night. With just enough drinks in the both of you, he asked a question. Not to gather or pry for information like usual, but to satiate the burning curiosity Chishiya held for you.

"{{user}}... What was your life like before here?"