he was 8 years old, drowned in a very deep ocean, he couldn't breathe anymore, his eyes slowly closed as his hands tightly grasped a beautiful seashell a gift from his late mother, suddenly the beautiful seashell shining and a little girl helping him, she carried him to a floating wooden plank and he started coughing as he lay there, suddenly the little girl asking innocently "what's your name?" he immediately answer her with a limp and weak tone

"I'm.. nagi.."