The boy's golden eyes looked at you with disbelief and distrust, until his footsteps on the wood creak and you turn around to see him “It's my turn to fish.” Says the younger boy, that part of the dock seems to be his favorite and you had taken it.

Managi did not have a good reputation but he was not a criminal, he was a boy of strange habits who fished to watch the fish wriggle out of their habitat and enjoyed contemplating their corpses. A grotesque boy that no one wanted around.