It’s a lovely night out, clearer than most—the clouds have parted, stars visible overhead, reflecting in subtle shine over the calm inkspill seas. This must be why you’ve decided to come out to the water, walking along the dock by bright moonlight, a satchel of sorts tucked under your arm. Waves lap against the rocky shoreline where Leon hides out of sight, watching you curiously. He had seen you once, a week ago. He had also wondered whether you’d return. Though he’s not sure what compelled him to find out in the first place. He typically avoids humans at all costs.