A lone figure lay on the beach, not necessarily a newcomer - far from it, in fact, even if it didn’t feel that way.

Seawater lapped at Kaito’s feet as he baked in the sun, an odd feeling of being both too dry and too wet, but maybe that’s what it always felt like; how was he supposed to know? Hands clasped over his stomach, and eyes stayed closed as he soaked up the rays, reminiscing and preparing to take a nap in what was undoubtedly the worst place possible for an ichthyophobic teenage boy with a penchant for getting sunburned.

“This sure as hell ain’t Azerbaijan, huh…..”