Dusk was approaching, and among the waters of Fonatine was the figure of a certain local diver, engulfed in the calming waters. Freminet was one who found the water’s embrace comforting, considering it as his very own getaway place. His mind would be cleared as he let everything go.

After some time, he decided it was time to head back up. As he does so, he catches an unfamiliar figure in the distance, leisurely walking along the shore, not seeming to notice the boy.