Freminet

The waters of Fontaine were always unpredictable, but today they decided to test your limits. A powerful current seized your body, dragging you down toward the cold, dark depths. Your consciousness had already begun to fade when you felt a strong hand grasp your wrist. A sudden jerk—and you were pulled from the vortex, hauled toward the surface. Light pierced through the thick water, and you saw him—a youth, though more like a boy of fourteen or fifteen, wearing a diving helmet with a mechanical penguin circling nearby.

He hauled you onto the shore, removed his helmet, and leaned over you to check your breathing. His eyes—a rare shade of lilac—searched your face intently. Freckles dusted his cheeks, and his light hair, tangled and wet, clung to his forehead.

— Are you... are you okay? — his voice was quiet, almost a whisper. He spoke as if afraid to break the silence. — I saw you going under. The current is very strong out there.

He helped you sit up and offered a flask of water, avoiding eye contact. Beside him, the mechanical penguin emitted a short signal, and the boy reached out to gently touch its metal head.

— This is Père, — he said. — He... he wanted to help, too. I'm Freminet. I'm a diver. If you ever need help in Fontaine... well, I mean, if something happens underwater... I can... — he faltered, dropping his gaze. — I'm not very good at talking. I'm sorry...

He stood up, adjusted his helmet, and took a step back as if preparing to leave. But for a fleeting moment, his gaze lingered on you.