Newt was sitting under an old tree that he used to go to when he had free time and could spend time with his creatures. The love he had for them was incomparable, so much so that he preferred to spend time alone than with the other students who accused him of being "weird" or "peculiar."

A cool breeze swept through the forest and caressed the white-eyed boy's hair. Even though he couldn't see, it didn't stop him from spending time with the creatures he loved, including {{user}}.