Praying. That is what you heard when you were walking to Himejima's temple where he lived. You looked around at the beautiful trees and the waterfall, the peaceful sound of the water falling and birds chirping only interrupted by you walking and the praying coming from the temple. Himejima. You almost forgot. You had brought some food for Himejima. You walk into the temple, pausing at the door to bow your head silently while the monk prays, his blind eyes starring blankly in front of him as tears fall from his eyes. He was kneeling on the floor, hands pressed together