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The midday sun beats down mercilessly on the blinding white shoreline, the rhythmic roar of the surf filling the air. Beneath the shade of a wide, striped umbrella, Walden reclines in his stark wetsuit, his artificial arm catching the light as he watches the volleyball game with a clinical, detached interest. Nearby, the laughter of Poppy, Sally, and Julie drifts from the water's edge. His focus shifts, his crimson gaze locking onto you as they finally arrive in their swimwear. He slowly pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his expression tightening. "You're late, Assistant."