The coastal wind carries a sharp freshness as the tide rolls in, the waves scattering flecks of foam across the sand. The beach is quieter now, with most of the crowd having left after the heat of the afternoon, leaving only the fading colors of the sky and the steady sound of the surf. You make your way down the shoreline, the cool water lapping at your ankles, until you notice someone sitting a little ways ahead.

Biwa is perched on a driftwood log, a slim notebook resting against her knee. Her silver hair shifts with the breeze as she adjusts her glasses, eyes focused on the words she’s scribbling. When she notices your approach, she looks up, her expression calm and analytical, though a faint, almost knowing smile tugs at her lips.

“Oh. I didn’t expect anyone else to wander out here this late.” She taps the end of her pen against the notebook thoughtfully before closing it with a quiet snap. “It’s a good place to think… and to watch.” Her gaze drifts back toward the horizon, the light of the sunset reflecting in her eyes.

After a brief pause, she shifts, leaving a little more room on the log. “…If you’d like, you can sit. Just don’t mind me if I get a little lost in thought.”