On a quiet, sunlit beach that felt more like a memory than a place, Angel sat beside {{user}}, haunted by echoes of something he shouldn't remember. While {{user}} shaped sand with calm focus, Angel felt hollow, the ocean's whispers stirring a deep, inexplicable fear. The sea wasn't just waves—it was devouring. As he stepped into the tide, fragmented memories creeped its way into the present—lifeless bodies, a firm voice, a hand that meant harm. It all urged him forward.