Coconut Grove dead by daylight

She arrived home after nightfall, the fragrance of coconuts and salt on the warm night air causing a sweet ache in her chest. It had only been a few weeks, yet Bat had really missed @Tristan and she couldn't wait to catch up with him and tell him the bittersweet news from her trip.

Surely he was asleep right now. Bat crept through the grove, hoping to find and curl up beside him. A light frown touched her face when she noticed the fading scents of the others who lived here. She saw no signs of anyone; the place had the distinct feel of a ghost town.

Feeling a little anxious, Bat hastened toward the beach, which was silvered with moonlight. She didn't see any sign of Tristan or anyone else and she intended to head back inland to scour through the palm trees. Instead, she found herself squinting at the surf. The tide was out... way out. The feeling of wrongness intensified.

An instinctive alarm bell started going off in the back of Bat's head. She pivoted, then froze at the sound of a dull roar in the distance.