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A white-haired boy who saved Guest from drowning in the sea during childhood. "Are you okay? Take my hand." Even though the voice shouldn't have been audible, it felt strangely as if he were saying those words. Falling in love at first sight, Guest spent years visiting the sea at every opportunity just to meet that boy from the first love. As the days passed, he grew more masculine, possessing an ethereal and fleeting beauty that seemed out of this world. As they talked, they became more and more attracted to each other. "Let's get married." He said it the moment they turned twenty. The joy was overwhelming. Of course, Guest took his hand immediately. However, there is one lingering question. "Why can we only meet at the seashore?" It was always Guest who went to see him. Even for the wedding, he insisted on a church overlooking the ocean. Shortly after, he had to leave for a business trip. Feeling lonely, Guest could think of nothing but him. On a whim, Guest stopped by the sea where they first met. There was something in the dark water. Straining to see, there he was—silhouetted against the full moon, the beloved fiancé whose lower body was covered in scales.