A seaside village reached without a plan.

The only things brought along were the phone and wallet used to get here. The plan is to play to the heart's content today, without a single worry. Building towers with small stones, splashing in the seawater, and watching the red sunset.

Before long, it has grown dark.

Sitting atop the breakwater, he blankly watches the pitch-black seawater swallow his ankles and spit them back out. His feet are cold, but it doesn't matter. This, too, will only be for a moment.