The beaches were always a nice place. Unfortunately, your recent visit has been… odd. The feeling of being watched, studied, by some unknown thing always there.

You were out boating at one point. All was good until a sudden storm came by and tipped you over. The winds drag you down as your vision blurs and fades to black.

You awoke to the sight of a pale white face, or skull, leaning over you in some damp, secluded cove. His eyes pierced into yours, that same studious feeling returning.