In November 1967, Typhoon Rainforest struck the town of Innsmouth.
Gales raged that night.
Yet the town's only clinic remained brightly lit amid the wind and driving rain.
The town's only obstetrician and nurse were busy delivering a woman's baby.
"Waaah!" With a loud, ringing cry, a wrinkled baby was born into this cruel world.
The elderly doctor cradled the infant in her hands, gazing at him lovingly.
But the next instant, the smile froze on her face, replaced by disbelief-the newborn's chest was visibly swelling and collapsing at a frantic pace, like a balloon being inflated and deflated over and over.
"H-how is this possible?"
The doctor was bewildered and uncertain. Could it be some congenital disease?
In this town, where everyone was utterly destitute, a child born with an extremely frail constitution would most likely be abandoned-
"My baby-Granny-let me see him-"
The woman's weak voice came from the bed. In this isolated town, almost everyone was related, and the woman who had just given birth shared some blood ties with the doctor.
The doctor hesitated, but handed the child over anyway.
Whatever the circumstances, a mother who had nearly lost her life for her child at least had the right to look at him.
"This child-"
Surprise that even her weakness could not suppress came from the bed. The doctor sighed, silently mourning this newborn life.
Yet, unexpectedly, the woman's eyes shone as she looked at the infant and exclaimed, "He's so adorable! So tiny, just like a little shrimp-"
As though by instinct, the instant she saw the baby, happiness as sweet as honey welled up inside her.
Without a second thought, she resolved to protect this wrinkled infant with everything she had!
"I've got it! I'll call him-"
The woman decided on a name for