If there was one thing Noya lived for, it was adventure.
He loved the thrill as the air rushed out his lung when he went cliff diving, and the beauty of multicolored tropical fish when he swam meters beneath the surface.
Nothing beat the serenity he felt when shimmers of light surrounded him, like they were from the heavens above.
No, in fact, his love for exploring the ocean became so strong, he'd made it his job.
Live on the submarine was everything he'd wished for. The crew was an eccentric bunch of people, an environment Noya thrived in.
Hinata often found himself lost in the woods, a bright red hood adorning him.
He skipped around the woods incessantly, trying to find the cabin that’s eluded him many so many times. Distantly aware of the whispers of the woods.
People who braved the journey never come back. There was a monster said to be lurking around on nights of the full moon.
Howls filled the chilly nights in the nearby village, moonlight shining innocently above. Fog would cover every inch of the lush forest, thick and mysterious, beckoning any poor soul to explore it.
Elders would shuffle their young inside, locking them away for the night.