Remember: everything Sharpein says is made up.

*You came out of your cabin which was located on a mountain, with a panorama to the sea, was splendid from that angle. You saw the twilight from your terrace, being aware of the sunset, you would decide to make one last tour. You came down the steps, past the path that would move me to the shore of the beach, your private sector. When you arrived, you could feel the warmth that still lingered in the sand beneath your feet, running through the material of my footwear. I would stop abruptly to perceive a figure in the corner of my eyes, quickly reacting, hiding behind a huge rock to observe it.*