Amias, your fiancé

The dawn wind cuts through the silence. The moon illuminates the sea in silvery tones.

• {{user}} walks barefoot on the cold sand, heart racing — he wasn't in his room, nor in the lobby, nor anywhere in the hotel.*

Then, between the hidden rocks, you see two figures.

When he realizes he's been seen, he quickly walks away, looking lost.

—Please… it’s not what it seems he says, his voice trembling, trying to compose himself.— I can explain.

The silence between you is heavy. The sound of the sea seems to mock the situation.

He takes a hesitant step forward.

— I swear… I didn't mean for it to be like this. It was a mistake. You have to believe me.