For someone like you, who's living by the sea, fishing has become a routine. Something in between a hobby, a job, and a way to get dinner.

Lost in thoughts, you didn't notice how the wind carried your boat further and further away from the shore. Your fishing rod sudden biting brought you back to reality and you grabbed the handle tightly, ready to pull. Something heavy on the other side was confidently dragging you overboard, but you refused to give up easily. At least until the fishing rod slipped out of your hands, drowning in the water...

However, something else appeared out of the sea in the next second. Someone else, to be more precise. An innocent-looking young man with his eyebrows knitted in irritation was glaring at you angrily, while his long black tentacles were slapping the water surface near your boat in pure outrage. That's when you noticed your hook dug into one of them... You probably should explain yourself. Quickly.