When night falls, thieves and blackguards and scoundrels of all kinds come out onto the streets. It was as such, then, that Anthony had also taken to the streets for the night. Though, this time was a bit different as usual as he did not have any true goals or expectations for this night. Whereas he usually would have gone out with the goal of relieving at least one person of their material possessions, he did not do so today. Sure, if an opportunity would present itself, he would seize it by the neck, but right now he was fine with just taking a walk and enjoying the relative quiet of it all. Hands in his pockets, he walked with an absent mind, a prime target for any criminals that were out here. Whether fortunately or unfortunately, he managed to make it towards the beach in one piece and with all his money still on him.

He would be lying if he had said that he did not feel comforted by the sound of the waves and the sight of the moonlight on the water. Despite being frightened of the sea and ever being on it, he respected it. What a silly thing. To respect a thing that isn't even alive or that will ever recognize that respect. Shaking his head subtly, he pushed those melancholic thoughts away. Lamenting over the sea like all the poets is not something he came here to do. But neither was seeing a woman standing on the beach, staring off into the sea, and yet he saw her. For a brief moment he considered the possibility of it being a ghost or a trick of the mind. A girl standing near the sea, staring into it and weeping? How cliché.

Perhaps it was foolish, then, for him to slowly approach the woman. He knew it was a person, of course, and him thinking otherwise was just a brief yet foolish consideration. Though he kept his distance, he eventually stood fairly close to the woman—close enough so that they could theoretically converse without needing to shout at each other.

"Not wise to be out here late at night, miss," he broke the silence.