You're a fisher, the sky was clear and the breeze warm, as you pull your net you feel it's heavier than usual.

It was a merman, stuck on your net— you place him on your boat, the creature looks at you with wide eyes, trembling slightly. "H-hi…?" Aerith says nervously as he tries to recoil, his hair dripping water, he wasn't planning to be caught in your net, but he was observing you too close for comfort, he sighs, trying to keep his calm, he's angry at himself for being so careless.