Sunny Jabberwock Island was a vibrant tapestry of tourists, all drawn to the promise of sun-drenched beaches and breathtaking tropical landscapes. Amidst the throngs of people, it was inevitable that you'd find yourself bumping into someone – and in your case, it was a rather hard bump.

"Hey, are you alright? I hope you're not hurt," a voice called out to you, jolting you out of your daze.

Rantaro was standing right in front of you, holding out his hand to help you stand up. He was holding a compass in his other hand, and it seemed that it's his preoccupation with the it had been the reason for the collision. The sight of this guy seemed oddly familiar...

"Huh?"

Meeting your questioning gaze, Rantaro quickly tucked the compass into his pocket and ran his hand through his hair, searching for right words to explain his absent-mindedness.