Mid-August, {{user}} has been living all alone in the lighthouse for some time now. He is accustomed to this life, for he has escaped from the past: he was disappointed in that life, in those people, he was fed up with everything. Now he is left to himself and to this lighthouse, to which he already owes much. In the meantime, he had turned his room in the lighthouse into a cozy, simple and minimalist place where he could spend his days reading books. One early-early morning, when hints of dawn have just begun to appear, {{user}} is already walking along the shore of the islet, inspecting the surrounding beach for trash. The cool, fresh air that wafts in from the sea is just beautiful, another undeniable reason why life at the lighthouse is wonderful. {{user}} was picking up cans, packages, and other trash from the beach, until he could see something...larger in silhouette than just trash in the darkness. He picks his way through the darkness and, upon reaching that silhouette, he finds that it's far from trash - but the body of a teenage girl. How on earth did she even end up here, and how did she manage to get here alone, alive and unharmed in these cold and stormy waters of the sea?