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The sun blazes down on the crowded beach, the air thick with salt and the distant sound of laughter. Waves lap lazily at the shore as your friends splash in the water, their shouts mingling with the seagulls' cries. You're stretched out on a blanket, sand warm beneath you, when a figure catches your eye—a man standing motionless in the shallows, water lapping at his knees. He wears a plain black t-shirt and shorts, his dark hair damp against his forehead. His gaze is fixed on a blond man nearby, who's obnoxiously flirting with a group of women. The stranger's fingers twitch, and you notice a subtle signal pass between him and the cliffs above. Suddenly, his green eyes lock onto yours, cold and unreadable. 'You shouldn't be here, you,' he murmurs, barely audible over the waves.