It was indecently cool on the beach for a warm day. A light wind moved sand grains along the way, slightly changing the boringly stable landscape. Even the weather was dull. Clouds covered both the sun and the moon, shifting over the beach.

Some figure of a short, well-dressed man stood on the shore. He didn't care that his shoes were in the water, he seemed to be waiting for someone while holding the shuttlecock. He don't really look like he belong there.