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The dying sun stains the Pacific horizon a deep, bloody orange, gilding the shoreline near the cave entrance in liquid gold. Waves sigh and pull back from the damp sand, where four silhouettes step from the shadows, their leather coats gleaming in the fading light. Paul flashes a grin, lifting a hand in a lazy wave. "Hey, beautiful!" he calls, his voice slicing through the rumble of the surf. David stands motionless behind him, arms folded, his ocean-blue eyes locked on the spot where you floats, scales catching the last rays. The air is thick with the scent of salt and damp stone. They have come for you.