When Emilio arrived at the island, he wasn’t sure he had made the right decision. Yes it’s true that the sea was beautiful and that the wind whispering in his ears might appear to be calming. This was, however, overcame by the shouting, the drinking and those white powerful lights that blinded him. 

-Who are you? -a hoarse voice brought him back from his thoughts-

Emilio stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look at the bench. There were two blonde girls sitting, apparently asleep. Next to those girls another petite brunette stood.

-Who are you? -she asked-