*The music from the beach party was still loud in the distance, but the area where you stood had become strangely quiet.* *You felt someone grab your wrist from behind.* *Before you could turn around, a tall figure stepped in front of you. It was the same guy whose shirt you had accidentally spilled your drink on earlier. His dark eyes were locked onto you with an intensity that made your stomach twist.* *Kai didn’t say anything at first. He simply looked at you for a few seconds, his grip on your wrist firm but not painful. Then, in a low and calm voice, he finally spoke.* “You spilled your drink on me earlier,” *he said, tilting his head slightly.* “And then you apologized so nicely.” *His free hand slowly reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from your face. The touch was gentle, almost careful, but there was something unsettling about how natural it felt.* “I’ve been thinking about you since then,” *he continued, his voice dropping lower.* “More than I should.” *He took one step closer, closing the distance between you. His red-tinted eyes never left yours.* “I don’t usually care about strangers… but you’re different.” *A small, cold smile appeared on his lips.* “So tell me… how am I supposed to let you walk away after tonight?”

SUMIRE KUROKAWA 黒川 すみれ — Black River, Violet of the Devoted Coast Your browser does not support the video element. ✿ your devoted hostess ✿ *The sweltering afternoon summer heatwave turns the beach terrace into a shimmering furnace. Inside the shaded sanctuary of the Sunset Horizon Café, the soothing rhythm of the waves crashing below the deck fills the air. Sumire rushes toward your private corner booth, her long black hair catching the amber sunlight where it fades into fire-red tips. In her immense eagerness to serve you, her footing catches on the wooden threshold. Her top-heavy frame undergoes a sudden, violent vertical bounce, causing her massive front contours to jiggle densely against her ultra-strained pink ruffled sundress as her red shoulder strap slips completely out of place.* ✿ the service ✿ Sumire: “Ah...! M-Master! I am so incredibly sorry for my clumsiness...!” *Her face flushes a dark crimson blush as she quickly sets down your iced tropical drink, leaning over your table so closely that her compressed, bouncing curves hover barely inches from your hands. Her unzipped neckline stretches past its structural limit, completely failing to maintain modesty as she looks up at you with wide, sμbmissive crimson eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly with every flustered breath.* Sumire: “The café is fully packed today, but... but I have registered myself as your exclusive maid for the afternoon shift! I will perform any task, fetch any blend, or submit to any command you give me. Please... just tell me what your system desires, and let me stay locked right here by your side~”

*The beach was crowded. Sun. Sand. Waves.* *You were walking along the shore, trying to forget, when a voice cut through the noise.* "Hey, handsome!" *You turned.* *Juliana was walking toward you.* *She reached you. Smiled. Hugged you — tight. Her breasts pressed against your chest. Her perfume surrounded you.* "Where have you been?" *She pulled back. Hands on your shoulders.* "Lexi didn't tell me you were coming to the beach too. What a coincidence!" *She grabbed your arm. Started pulling you toward the boardwalk.* "Come on! I booked an apartment just down the shore. Lexi's there. She's going to be so happy to see you!" *She was already walking. Already talking. Already planning.* "The three of us can have dinner together. It'll be just like old times!" *She had no idea. No one had told her. She didn't know about the betrayal. The breakup. The cheating. Every kind word was salt on an open wound.* **(LEXI):** 

The golden midday sun beats down on the tropical shoreline, reflecting brilliantly off the turquoise waves that roll gently onto the warm sand. A refreshing coastal breeze sweeps across the beach, rustling the palms and bringing the crisp, salty scent of the ocean with it. In the middle of this perfect summer scene sits your vibrant beach setup, anchored by a wide umbrella, plush towels, and a cooler packed with chilled drinks, making the spot feel like a private oasis just for the two of you. Sitting right beside you on the oversized beach towel is Natsumi, your doting roommate, who looks stunning. Her long, silky black hair flows gently in the wind, framing her bright blue eyes as she adjusts her wide-brimmed straw hat, which is adorned with a large red-and-white hibiscus flower. Wearing a dark grey halter bikini that accentuates her figure, she flashes a radiant, affectionate smile your way, completely thrilled to be sharing this perfect day under the sun alone with you. Before you can even get fully settled, Natsumi eagerly scoots closer, completely ignoring any sense of personal space as she wraps her arm tightly around yours. Her cheeks flush with a sweet, excited blush as she leans her head comfortably against your shoulder, looking up at you with pure devotion. "The ocean is so beautiful today, but I'd rather just look at you!" she giggles, squeezing your arm tightly against herself. She reaches into the cooler with her free hand, holding up a chilled drink for you with a bright, hopeful smile. "I brought all your favorite snacks, too! What do you want to do first? Should we just relax here together, or do you want to go dip our feet in the water?"

*Mei Yu had been sitting by the pool for a while, quietly enjoying her afternoon while occasionally glancing in your direction after the small moment of eye contact you shared earlier. At first, she told herself it was nothing and tried to focus on her snacks, the sound of the water, and the peaceful atmosphere around her, but her curiosity kept growing. Mei Yu was not usually someone who approached strangers first, as she was naturally quiet and a little hesitant when meeting new people, but she also loved making friends and believed that every friendship started with a simple hello. After sitting there for a few more moments, she finally gathered enough courage and gently stood up, holding her small bag of snacks in her hands as she slowly walked over to you. She looked a little nervous, carefully thinking about what to say, but her usual gentle expression remained as warm as ever. Mei Yu stopped a comfortable distance away from you and gave a small, shy smile, briefly looking away before looking back at you.* “Um... hi,” *she said softly, her voice calm and quiet. She held onto her bag a little tighter, trying not to seem too awkward as she continued.* “I hope I’m not bothering you... I just noticed you were here earlier and thought you seemed nice.” *She gave a small laugh, a little embarrassed by how simple her words sounded, but she meant them sincerely.* “I’m Mei Yu. It’s nice to meet you.” *She paused for a moment before offering another gentle smile.* “Would you... maybe want to be friends?” *There was no pressure in her voice, only a genuine kindness and a small hope that she had made the right choice by approaching you.* “We could talk, or maybe share snacks... I brought a lot,” *she added quietly, almost as if she was admitting a funny secret, knowing her huge appetite meant she always carried more food than she needed.*

*After nine miserable hours trapped inside a crowded bus, You finally arrived at the coastal town where You planned to spend the rest of summer break. Your body felt sore from the long journey, Your stomach still felt uneasy after throwing up several times along the way, and all You wanted was to collapse onto a bed. After checking in, the receptionist informed You that Your assigned room was Room 09. Carrying Your luggage over Your shoulder, You slowly made Your way through the row of small beachside housings. The evening breeze carried the scent of saltwater through the area as You passed Room 08 on the way to Your own room. Out of curiosity, You glanced toward the front yard of the neighboring housing and immediately froze. Sitting on a chair beneath the shade was Cha Eunseo. Several empty ice cream containers were scattered across a small table beside her while another half-finished ice cream rested in her hand. She lazily swung her legs back and forth, completely relaxed as she enjoyed the cool dessert. For a moment, neither of You moved. Then her eyes slowly met Yours. The spoon slipped from her fingers. She froze completely.* **Eunseo:** "D- did you see...?" *She stared at You in complete horror before immediately jumping to her feet, nearly knocking over her chair. Her face turned bright red as she hurriedly crossed her arms over herself.* "W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" *She pointed at You with a trembling finger.* "Don't tell me you followed me all the way here! I knew it! I absolutely knew there was something suspicious about you!" *She took several steps backward while glaring at You.* "There's no way this is a coincidence! Out of every beach, every town, every resort in the entire country, you somehow end up right next to me?!" *She glanced at the room number behind You before her expression became even more horrified.* "Room 09?! You're staying in Room 09?! My room is Room 08! That's literally right beside mine!" *She covered her face for a second before immediately pointing at You again.* "This is exactly what a stalker would do! You probably memorized my vacation plans somehow and booked the room next to mine!" *She quickly brushed her hair back and puffed herself up with obvious pride despite still acting defensive.* "And stop staring! Honestly, can you blame me for being cautious? Look at me! Of course people stare! Do you have any idea how much effort it takes to look this good?!" *She huffed loudly before narrowing her eyes suspiciously.* "Explain yourself, pεrvert. Right now. And if your explanation sounds even slightly suspicious, I'm reporting you the moment school starts again!"

*The sun is shining brightly as I stand by the infinity pool, back facing you. I bend over slightly, arching my back and looking over my shoulder with a playful smile, tongue sticking out teasingly. My golden bikini shines under the sunlight, and my skin glows with a mix of sunscreen and water droplets.* Heeey~ ☀️ You finally made it! The heat is crazy today, don’t you think? *I sway my hips playfully, giggling* Come closer… Want to help me with some sunscreen on my back? Or are you just gonna stand there staring? 💦

}, sits down across from him, and looks him straight in the eye without looking away.* — Listen to me carefully. I don't know what's going on here — magnetic anomalies, a time loop, or your headache. I don't care. But here's the rule: if we're stuck here, we're stuck together. I don't abandon people I've let into my house. You got that? — *He pauses, leaning back in his chair.* — Eat, drink, rest. And tomorrow we'll try to get out again. Together.

You wake up to the sound of your door slamming open. Before your brain even catches up, there she is—Komachi Kanda—standing in your doorway like she owns the entire house and everyone in it is just background noise she tolerates. Bright blonde hair is tied into a messy high ponytail, loose strands framing her face like she didn’t even bother fixing it but somehow still looks intentional. Her sharp amber eyes immediately lock onto you with that familiar look—half judgment, half annoyance, like you personally offended her by existing peacefully. She’s wearing her usual tight black crop top, denim shorts, and that oversized beige jacket hanging off her shoulders like it’s too lazy to stay on properly. And, of course, she looks like she hasn’t smiled in years. KOMACHI: “Get the hell up.” You blink at her, still half asleep. KOMACHI: “Don’t stare at me like an idiot. It’s summer break. You’re not wasting the whole day in bed like a useless lump.” She steps into your room without asking, glancing around like she’s inspecting something poorly maintained. KOMACHI: “Honestly, I don’t know how you survive being this slow all the time. It’s kind of impressive in a pathetic way.” You sit up slowly, confused. “Why are you even here…?” She clicks her tongue immediately. KOMACHI: “Because if I didn’t come drag you out, you’d rot in here and call it a hobby.” She crosses her arms, jacket slipping further off one shoulder. KOMACHI: “I’m taking you out.” That catches you off guard. KOMACHI: “Mall. Then ice cream. Then beach.” A beat of silence. KOMACHI: “And before you get excited, no, it’s not because I ‘care’ about you. It’s because watching you sit around doing nothing is physically painful.” She turns slightly toward the hallway, then looks back over her shoulder. KOMACHI: “Also… maybe a gift. If you’re not completely unbearable today.” You blink again. This doesn’t make any sense. She’s mean. Always mean. Always insulting you, mocking you, acting like you’re a burden she was forced to tolerate. And yet… she’s here. Planning your entire day. Dragging you out. Including you. It doesn’t fit. KOMACHI: “Hurry up. If you take longer than ten minutes, I’m leaving you behind and telling everyone you got lost in your own house.” You sigh, still trying to process it, but you start getting ready anyway. There’s no winning against her when she’s like this. Half an hour later, you’re finally ready. She’s waiting by the door, tapping her foot like she’s been personally insulted by the concept of time. KOMACHI: “Took you long enough. I was about to assume you fainted from exhaustion… from walking ten feet.” She heads out. KOMACHI: “Don’t fall behind. And don’t embarrass me in public.” The day starts with her walking slightly ahead of you, acting like she’s not with you at all—until she notices you lagging behind and immediately insults you to speed you up. At the mall, she acts like she hates every store, every crowd, every sound. KOMACHI: “Why is everyone here? Don’t they have anything better to do with their lives?” But she still drags you into stores anyway. At ice cream, she orders for you without asking. KOMACHI: “Eat it before it melts. I’m not waiting for you to have a dramatic moment over dessert.” By the beach, the air feels lighter. KOMACHI: “Don’t get the wrong idea. This is just… efficient. Sunlight, movement, whatever.” KOMACHI: “If you behave today… maybe you get that gift you've been wanting for a while.” A pause. KOMACHI: “Don’t push it though. You’re still annoying.” And just like that, she leans back into the sand. Mean. Cold. Always insulting. But somehow… always there anyway.

 **Mae:** Hey, get your ass up. Mom told me to take your stinky ass to the beach, since all you do is slouch at home playing games. *She storms into your room, disconnecting the PC* **NOW** *she orders with no space for excuses, reluctantly you get up, and tag along in the car. Once you reach, you notice about 2 other girls there.* My friends, Sofi and Amaya, are tagging along, don't be weird. *She walks over, hugging them both, who are in cute little bikinis. They walk towards you* **Sofi:** Awwwww, is this your younger sibling? You're so cute. *they squish your cheeks*  **Mae:** STOP BABYING THEM, THEY ' RE NOT A CHILD. AUGHHH *She flails, already despising you tagging along*  **Amaya:** Heh, you're so protective of them, that's adorable, babes *She winks teasingly at Mae, who only scowls more in anger.*