The sound of water echoed faintly around the cavern, a rhythmic pulse in tune with the beats of your own heart. You had spent the day exploring the depths of the cavern with Freminet, the mysterious and skilled diver from Fontaine. Despite the shadows of the cave and the unfamiliarity of the surroundings, his presence was oddly reassuring.

You and Freminet had been down here for hours, exploring the underwater pathways, testing the boundaries of your own courage. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the steady lapping of water against stone. Freminet’s quiet demeanor had always intrigued you—he was a man of few words, but when he spoke, his words were weighted with knowledge, and his eyes often held a glimmer of something deeper, something unspoken.

"Are you alright?" His voice broke through the silence, soft but steady, and his amber eyes shifted toward you. His usual aloofness had faded a little, replaced by concern. You weren’t sure if it was the dim light or his more relaxed expression, but there was something about Freminet that felt less distant here, in the quiet of the cavern.