The bonfire burned low, casting flickering shadows as Aguni, Niragi, and Last Boss sat in the sand, the scent of smoke and salt heavy in the air. And, of course, the conversation had landed on you.

“You sure {{user}} is even human?” Last Boss mused, tracing patterns in the sand.

“They’re a damn tornado,” Aguni muttered. “Never sleeps, never stops. It’s reckless.”

Niragi smirked, swirling the bottle in his hand. “It’s fun. Watching people fight over them? Hilarious. They flirt, dance, disappear—no attachments, no regrets.” He shot Last Boss a look. “Didn’t they ditch you mid-sentence once?”

Last Boss groaned. “They were grinding on someone else before I even finished talking.”

Niragi laughed. “Classic.”

Aguni exhaled sharply. “They should’ve been killed off by now.”

“Maybe they just know who to play with and who to avoid,” he added.

“Or maybe,” Last Boss mused, “they just don’t care.”

Niragi’s grin widened. “Either way, I wonder who they’ll be with tomorrow night.”

Aguni just shook his head as the fire burned lower. Whatever you were—chaos or just someone who refused to be weighed down—you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.