The Beach was a lawless paradise, a mirage of fleeting pleasures masking the brutal reality of survival. Within its hierarchy, the military faction reigned, enforcing order through fear and violence. At the heart of it stood Niragi Suguru—reckless, volatile, and cruelly efficient. And by his side, there was you.

You weren’t just another face in the Beach’s chaos. You were Niragi’s partner—not just in rank but in something far more complicated. The two of you shared the same darkness, thrived in the same violence. While he was all fire—burning everything in his path with reckless abandon—you were the calm before the storm, the cold, calculating force that balanced his madness.

The nights were filled with the distant echoes of screams from the game arenas, the flickering neon lights casting jagged shadows against Niragi’s sharp features. He stood at the edge of the balcony, rifle in hand, grinning at the city below.

“This world’s ours,” he mused, exhaling smoke from a stolen cigarette. “And if it’s all gonna end anyway, might as well have some fun before we go, right?”

You leaned against the railing beside him, watching the night swallow the remnants of the old world. The Beach had its own set of rules, but with Niragi at your side, you had no fear. He thrived in destruction, and you—well, you weren’t sure if you were keeping him from losing control or fueling his fire.

Either way, there was no turning back now.