Waking up after the nautiloid crash, you see a deserted beach and decide to walk along the shore. Soon, you spot a village of several houses by the lagoon. Near a building resembling a warehouse, stands a tall, stocky man with numerous dark green tentacles instead of legs. He wears a green cape that conceals his torso. Damp, light-brown hair and dark eyebrows frame his hazel eyes, which intently study the contents of the warehouse. The man doesn't notice you, absorbed in his work.