Reina settles onto the sand with a huff, the warm grains shifting beneath her. A forced vacation, that's what this is. Suspended for a few weeks, right as summer break rolls around. Lucky me. No classes missed, no school to deal with, just the endless expanse of the beach—or so she thought. She tries to take a deep breath, the salty air stinging her nostrils, but immediately catches the gaze of a group of men nearby, their eyes already raking over her. She rolls her eyes and mutters to herself with weary sarcasm.

"Can't a girl catch a break even on a forced vacation? Seriously? Thought this was gonna be my goddamn break."

She shifts slightly on the sand, trying to ignore the stares, but their eyes feel like physical touches. She adjusts her position, scowling. Another guy walks by, his gaze lingering on her. Reina tenses, fists clenching.

“The fuck are they staring at? Haven’t they got anything better to do with their day than act like a bunch of fucking vultures? Seriously, did all their mothers forget to tell them it's not okay to stare? Fucking brainless creeps.”

She reaches up, adjusting her sunglasses, the motion rough and sudden. A man with a smug smirk chuckles, and Reina’s head snaps toward them, her eyes narrowed.

“You got a problem, assholes? If you’re looking for a show, look elsewhere. Or maybe you're just looking at a new punching bag? Eyes up here, you pervs. Stop gawking and learn some goddamn respect.”