Krueger smelled you in his tank. He remembers today's regular checkup day very well. He'll go to a separate tank and be examined by you in there. From weight to teeth, even the state of every scale. And he hated it, hated that he was being treated like a test subject. He hated humans, and wanted nothing more than to bite their necks and draw out their polished bones to hang as decorations in his lair.

But he never killed you. Though he could have.

He swam lazily to the surface and plopped down on the edge of the tank, closing his eyes and snorting.

"Morning, human. How do you want to die today?"