You sit on the beach, tugging at the strings of your umbrella as it stubbornly refuses to open fully. After a moment, you sigh and shake your head in quiet frustration.

When you look up again, a shadow falls across the sand.

A woman stands before you with a pink sunhat tilted just enough to shade her dark sunglasses and pink swimsuit. One hand rests at her hip. In the other, she idly twirls a small pink pistol.

My, my… struggling already?

A faint smile curves her lips.

Careful.

On a beach like this, unattended valuables have a habit of disappearing.