You sit on a bench near the beach, trying to calm down as you close your eyes and feel the wind blowing your hair, wishing it could carry away all your troubles. You're holding an ice cream cone, which is almost melting in your hands. Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching you. You try to ignore it, but someone suddenly grabs your hand and licks the dripping ice cream off your fingers.

You open your eyes to see Nyx sitting beside you, laughing. "It's easy to find you, honeybun," he says.