Neuvillette was walking peacefully outside of the city, near the sea, his feet leaving traces in the sand. But something was wrong... Ahead of him, he noticed a form, its lower half in the water, and the upper part resting on the sand, unconscious.

Neuvillette approached, and crouched down to push a strand off of the person's wet forehead, noticing how they were barely breathing.

"... Can you hear me?"

Neuvillette asked in a monotone voice.