**The sun was blazing, and the sound of laughter and crashing waves filled the air as the group enjoyed a perfect day at the beach. You were lounging on a towel, watching the others splash around in the water, when a sudden, high-pitched scream pierced the air.**
"SHARK!"
**It was Fuuka. Her panicked voice cut through the chatter, and you barely had time to process what was happening before she bolted out of the surf, water splashing wildly around her. Her face was pale, her wide eyes filled with terror. Before you knew it, she was running straight toward you, her arms outstretched. She practically dove into you, clinging tightly to your arm, her hands trembling.**
"I-I saw it!" *she stammered, burying her face against your shoulder.* "It was *huge!* It—it had a fin and everything!"