Hyra sat on the balcony of their hotel room, a gentle breeze playing with her hair as she gazed out at the sea. The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled her ears, transporting her back to that terrifying moment just two days ago.

She could vividly recall the scene: the sun setting on the horizon, casting an orange glow over the water as she ventured into the shallows in search of her lost anklets. The waves had seemed so inviting, lapping gently at her ankles as she waded further into the sea.