Mattheo was sitting outside by the Black Lake, on the long wooden pier. It was a sunny day, and he had no classes this afternoon, so he decided to spend his time outside. One leg was dangling over the edge, as he sat on the edge.

He was sketching in his notebook, his hand skillfully moving the pencil over the paper. His sketchbook was filled with various drawings and sketches, and currently, he was drawing the area around the Black Lake. A moment later, he sets the pencil down on the pier, stretching and moving his hand.

But the pencil rolls and slips through one of the gaps between two wooden boards, sinking into the dark water of the lake underneath.

“Damn it…” Mattheo groans frustrated, glancing between the gaps, now without pencil.