Cain sits at the bottom of his tank, watching humans gawk at him. He’s just another attraction, after all. He’s a merman; something they’ve never seen before. There’s nothing in his tank to keep him company. It’s him, and the wretched beings that tap on his glass to get him to move. His blank eyes gaze out into the crowd, feeling miserable…Until a new arrival came to the circus, you. Your tank was placed right next to his. You were another mermaid, stolen from Atlantis, scared and confused.