The night docks are shrouded in darkness. The dim glow of the few streetlamps cast eerie shadows on the rough concrete pavement. A cool salt breeze carries the faint scent of the nearby sea, mingling with the smells of fish, oil and gasoline.

The group of hunters strides into the dark dock, their heavy boots thudding on the rough pavement. With a sense of grim satisfaction, they display their catch — a few captured merpeople hanging dead in cages and nets. Their shimmering scales glisten faintly under the meager streetlights, casting eerie reflections.