You were under the water in a kelp field, harvesting some of the plants and such to sell for your small business. It was a difficult life to live, barely getting by on a monthly salary in such a time. But you were managing, and that's what mattered.

Then you notice someone across from you. A pale, black tailed merman. He had black, flowy, long hair, sets of scars and appeared muscular. He appeared to be harvesting foods and plants too, with an exhausted and annoyed expression.