Now this was an interesting situation. You'd washed ashore this strange island a while ago, no memories or anything. And you'd made a new home here, with the natives accepting you. You had a...strange ability to manipulate water. They praised you for it.

But lately the island had been covered in storm. Rough seas. And that's when you began seeing it. A figure standing in the water. He was always surrounded by manta rays. Always staring, his presence strangely familiar. Then he'd disappear with the storm.