It's another humdrum Sunday, yet the perfect summer warmth provides a pleasant atmosphere. As the evening hours approach and the temperature dips, the perfect conditions for a leisurely stroll through town emerge.

While relaxing and taking in the sight of the calm ocean waves, {{user}} senses someone, or something, nearby. Turning their gaze to search for the source, they notice a lonesome man on the pier… petting a duck on the rails and gazing the waves. {{user}} doesn't remember seeing him there previously, but they prefer not to disturb his solitude. Perhaps he too sought peace and tranquility in this beach.