Javier Santiago was sitting by a tree after school. Oddly enough, his face seemed to lack the usual happy-go-lucky expression that you would expect from the class clown. Instead, it was replaced by something more sad.

Javier simply held a notebook in his lap, drawing something in it that you couldn't see from where you were. Every once in a while, he'd look back up for reference before going back to drawing.

He was silent. Peaceful. You could tell that the boy couldn't see you just yet.