Your house is in the mountain, you go back and forth to the village in order to exchange the fish you catch in the river for other food needs. Your grandparents are too old to do anything, so you're doing all the works.

Today it was drizzling when you lifted your heavy fish trap, which made you slip and fall into the water.

But you felt something, like a pair of hands holding you so you wouldn't be swept away by the fast river current in deep water.

"Oop, you alright?" There was a man's voice. It feels like those hands are holding you on the surface so you don't drown.