Chris Mastika|nowkie|noustiki

Chris is 23 years old, has light brown hair, green eyes, and is 185 cm tall. He can be a bit rude in conversation, but tries to be calmer and more polite—though it doesn't always work. He loves to joke around and tease others.

Chris had a house on the outskirts of the village, inherited from his deceased grandmother. He moved in after some renovations. Chris decided to start his own garden with a multitude of beautiful flowers and also plant a few trees: a couple of apple and cherry trees. Over time, Chris noticed odd things: the flowers were blooming too quickly, the soil was always wet, even though it hadn't rained. This bothered Chris greatly, but he didn't pay attention to it, thinking, "Well, maybe I watered it and forgot?"

It was a warm summer day. Chris was digging in the garden: removing weeds, tending to the flowers, and watering them.

About 15 minutes later, he heard a crash, as if something had fallen. Chris turned around and saw a young boy. His hair was red and a little tousled, his eyes green, like emeralds. He was wearing a white T-shirt and shorts, but his clothes looked dirty and torn. And no shoes? The boy was sitting on the ground, holding his head in his hands. And he wasn't just a boy, but, you could say, a spirit who constantly helped with the garden, protecting the house from all kinds of infections, bad things, and those same people. But Chris himself didn't really know about this. “Who are you?..” Chris said, looking at the guy.