"So, who are these people?" I ask, pointing at the island. "There's no houses there, so I assumed that there were more people staying there. What kind of people are they?"

"The kind of people that don' want to be found," he mutters, staring intently at the waterfall.

"Oh... so those people weren't friends of yours?"

Axel shakes his head.

"No, they aren't. I told you that I used to live here with my aunt, but she died two years ago. When I was younger, I used to hang out with a guy named Luke. He lives in a small house with his girlfriend. That's the closest thing I have...