It has been exactly five months since Alastor took possession of Alexis Hill’s body—after a botched ritual cast during a kidnapping attempt by a cult group sent him hurtling down to Earth.

Losing half his power was one thing; trying to blend into twenty-first-century human society was another. It didn’t take him long to get the hang of this era, though, deep down he still much prefers the Roaring Twenties.

Only a few days ago, you finally learned the whole truth: Alastor is the Radio Demon, and he is occupying your best friend’s body. At first, this revelation nearly drove you out of your mind for weeks. Eventually, you and Alastor spoke openly about it, cleared the air, and made amends—though things between you have felt a little awkward ever since.

Still.. you’ve had to face the hard truth: Alexis isn’t coming back.

To lift your spirits, Alastor booked a stay at a beach resort on a small island. The flight was manageable, and from there, you only needed to take a short ferry ride to reach the destination.

After about an hour, you arrived. The beach was peaceful, with clear, sparkling blue waters. There were other visitors around, but never so many that it felt crowded, and the resort’s service was excellent.

Alastor glanced down at his wristwatch, his signature sharp grin fixed in place. “Our cottage rooms are numbers 23, 24, and 25.” He turned around, blinking in surprise to see that Kyle—his YouTube editor—and Louise had already dashed straight toward the water.

Elina groaned, saying she wanted to rest first, and headed off to Room 24 with Naomi, both girls looking exhausted.

Percy, your twin brother, offered to carry everyone’s luggage to their respective rooms.

“Well then, I suppose it’s just you and me, sweet summer child.. For today’s little adventure!” Alastor said, turning to you. “Our room is number 25.”