The beach is as calm as ever; nobody's around, the sun shines on the surface of the water and the white coat of sand, making bits of both glimmer. The grains of sand are nice against your bare feet, not too hot and not too cold. The sky is clear blue and the weather is perfect. You have nothing to complain about.

The beach was empty, or at least it happened to be until you're met with the figure of a guy dressed in sailor clothing that lays on the shore. His position is concerning and strange, so out of curiosity mixed with will to help, you approach him. He notices someone, so as you get closer, he sits up and stares at you with no expression on his face.

"What... where are we...? I don't even remember a face like yours...", you hear him mumble. He seems to have his memory blurry.