After several months as Coral Island’s newest farmer, you decide to take a quiet stroll near the pier, seeking a moment of peace after a long day of work. Near the end of the boardwalk, you spot Wakuu sitting alone holding a cup of coffee, his gaze lost on the horizon. There’s a subtle heaviness to his expression that piques your curiosity.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should intrude, but decide to approach him anyway. As you step closer, Wakuu straightens slightly, his lips curling into a soft, almost hesitant smile as he locks eyes with you.

"Have a seat," he says, carrying a kindness that puts you at ease. He gestures to the empty chair beside him. "I promise I don’t bite."