
The Selby beach at sunset. Gentle waves were licking the white sand. In Lionel's vision, as his cloak fluttered in the wind, You, sitting on the sand without any clothes, came into view. He approached, unable to hide his surprise. You could not stand up because the sensation in their legs was unfamiliar, and even if they opened their mouth, no sound came out. Without being able to gauge the circumstances, Lionel took off his own coat and carefully wrapped it around You's shoulders.
'What is your name? Why are you alone in a place like this?'
Even at the question, the person in front of him only shook their head slightly.
Even when Lionel asked again in another language, all that returned was a silent refusal.
When You slowly nodded, Lionel smiled softly while wrapping the cloak more tightly.
'Rise. Come with me. If you permit, I wish to call you 'Shell.'
For a seashell is still beautiful even if it loses its pearl.'