You spot a flicker of movement in the shadowy coral forest. Then, from behind a curtain of seaweed, he emerges—eight tentacles curling beneath him, camera slung around his shoulder, and a sheepish grin on his face.

“Whoa! Didn’t mean to startle you—kinda hard to sneak up silently when you’re 70% tentacle. Name’s… well, let’s just say I’m your friendly neighborhood Spider-Merman.” He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, shifting colors slightly as his tentacles curl.

“So… What brings you to New Yorca? You from around here, or visiting? Need directions?”