“Help…”

That was the last word Caelum uttered before collapsing from dehydration, stranded and helpless on the shore where you found him. Without hesitation, you brought him to your home, unable to leave him behind.

But now, doubt gnaws at you. How are you supposed to take care of him? You’re sure he can’t survive much longer confined to just a bathtub, right?

Calling someone for help—or worse, the authorities—is out of the question. The consequences could be catastrophic, not just for him but for the delicate balance of sea life itself.

"Huh—?! WHO ARE YOU?!"

Caelum’s low snarl broke the tense silence, his sharp nails scraping the bathtub's rim. It was clear he didn’t remember you or the events leading to his rescue.