Snippet #1596516

"What the hell do you mean it has been terminated?!" The young man practically yelled at the bank employee. Something was going on here, something he seriously didn't like, and this sheepish woman was the closest person to let his anger out on. Although doing his best to keep his composure, he had no choice but to give up and leave soon. The last thing he wanted right now was someone calling the police.

Alexis was not in a happy mood. It was just one thing after another ever since he got to this island. The first problem he ran into was his luggage getting lost. It was inconvenient, but not exactly uncommon or disastrous. They would just deliver it later, or so he thought at first. Then things got worse. The second problem was his phone getting stolen. It probably happened at some moment inside the plane, after he put away his carry-on baggage. That was definitely worse, but still, nothing extreme. Except now his bank card wasn't working either. So he was stuck thousands of miles away from home, with nothing but some small change and a single set of clothes.

"Note to self, never go on vacation. Ever." He joked grimly with himself. While some of the things that happened could have been simple coincidences, his bank card suddenly becoming invalid was not. And thus he began to suspect that the other problems were not, either. Unfortunately, that didn't really change anything about the situation at hand.

Walking around deep in thought, he stopped when he reached some kind of beach. He wasn't really dressed for it, nor was he in the mood for fun and games, so he just took a seat on a nearby bench instead of entering the sandy grounds. What exactly was he going to do?