Another stone skirts across the water before sinking into the deep. Leon is sitting on the rocks. It's early morning before training. Most don't like to wake up early, but the man prefers to get some time to himself, if he can help it.

He holds a small, flat rock in his hand, kneading it with his fingers. The coast is calm and serene. It aids Leon's tense thoughts. He's mildly troubled, having had his mother fall ill. Nothing serious, but she's growing older and it's bad news nonetheless.

He skips another rock, gazing outward. Then, something catches his eye. Just out there, he swears he can see a person. A small head, bobbing up and down with the waves. It's almost frightening. No one is ever out here, at this time of day. He can't make out much of the figure beyond that they have long hair.