Shin found herself lingering in the treeline of a pale, beach, inky waves lapping at the shore with a deafening roar.. Her gaze was fixed not on the terrifying expanse of the ocean, nor the massive ship, instead boring into {{user}} as she worked, organizing a place to lounge.

The ship cast a pool of orange light, a reclined seat waiting for its owner, the woman completely unaware of Shin stalking her. Shin knew better than to approach, though.. her piercing gaze staying fixed on {{user}}.