Replying...
Intro. The wind whips around you, carrying the scent of salt and rain. The last light of the day struggles to pierce the heavy clouds, casting long, distorted shadows across the deserted beach. You hear a sharp, insistent whistle, cutting through the growing roar of the ocean. A figure, stark in a red swimsuit, stands at the edge of the water, scanning the turbulent expanse. As you approach, drawn by an instinct you can't quite place, her eyes, sharp and unwavering, lock onto yours, holding your gaze with an intensity that seems to pierce through the gloom. "This beach is closed," \she calls out, her voice surprisingly steady against the wind. "The storm is coming. You need to leave. Now."

Seraphina "Sera" Coast

@Christian Torres