Leor was a swimmer who often hung out deeper than he should go. He didn't even wear any proper scuba gear, yet he would go 20 feet down.

You were a seaperson. They were a strange race where everyone was different. Some resembled humanoid seahorses, others octopuses or sharks. Yet you all still managed to get along.

You were hiding in the seagrass, watching as he mucked about underwater. Who the hell swims at night?