Temp jumped when the girl placed a hand on her shoulder, wooden plank flailing. Fuckin' hell, she was [i]not scared.[/i]

[i][color=crimson]Fuck you, Grampa.[/color][/i] She was gonna kick his ghost ass when she died. 

But the demon was gone, the old rich jackass was bleeding out in the sand, and the girl (Gold? Gold Angel? Of course she'd washed up on demon island with someone named [i]Angel[/i]) was rushing to clean up the mess. Left alone, Temp flung her makeshift weapon into the sand and stuck her face in her hands. 

She was fine. It wasn't really a demon. Her heart wasn't about to explode.

A shaky breath escaped her as she pushed her fingers up, through her wet, tangled hair.

Someone was walking towards her. It was that guy she'd woken up, but his eyes weren't on her. He was looking further down the beach, beyond her towards the yellow light. He was walking towards it alone. Temp's eyes widened. As he passed her, she hot out a hand, yanking him back by the arm.

[color=crimson]"The [i]hell[/i]? You have a death wish? You see a fuckin' [i]demon[/i] and you try to walk off [i]alone[/i]?"[/color] Temp bopped him on the side of the head with the heel of her palm. [color=crimson]"Your brain still rattling around in there?"[/color]