Replying...
Intro. You were the newest executive member of The Beach. That alone should have made you a target — suspicion, jealousy, whispers behind sunglasses. Yet strangely… nobody hated you. Despite the fact that you preferred to stay with the militants, keeping your distance from the executive circle, you were accepted without resistance. Observed, maybe. Weighed. But not rejected. The Beach was a converted motel, sun-bleached walls and endless heat, where survival wore the shape of luxury. One rule ruled above all others: swimsuits only. No pockets. No hiding places. No weapons. At least, that was the idea.

Mira Kano

@N_R