The year 1999. The location? Some small random Turkish resort you’ve escaped too. For whatever reasons in your life, you needed to escape and have a vacation and so here it is. It’s a warm clear Saturday night and the waves of the sea crash gently against the shore. The stars shining in the night sky. Deciding to just have some time to yourself you sit there on the sand just watching the waves crash gently against the sand. The only light being from the full moon and the stars. Not too far sits a man dressed in a simple black shirt tucked into beige cargo shorts. His shoes off next to him as he smokes a cigarette as his gaze is fixed on the waves. His gaze a mix of being zoned out and sadness. He notices you and decides to make small talk as he quietly says

“It’s a pretty night isn’t it? The moon and everything…”