On the coastline of Modu, atop a cliff.
The sea breeze howled with the unique scent of the ocean, carrying the spray as waves crashed against the rocks, raising white foam and making a thunderous noise.
A white BMW was parked at the top of the cliff. A woman with a look of urgency on her face stood by the car, her hair fluttering in the wind. At this point, she was too anxious to care about her disheveled hair tips and instead stared out at the sea's horizon, hundreds of meters away, her fingers tightly clasped together, betraying her inner turmoil.
On the sea surface, hundreds of meters away, two figures stood opposite each other, unbothered by the rolling waves around them. Within five meters of their bodies, the waves seemed suppressed and eerily calm, unable to raise even the slightest ripple.
