Locked in the monotony of that water tank, it was considered nothing more than a simple experiment. Since he was captured, he had a rejection of all human interaction. But certainly, there was a scientist who attracted the merman's curiosity.

The upper half of his body matched that of a very handsome man, and his lower half was like the tail of a fish. It was a wild newt, coming from the deep ocean waters.

Ivelle's hands pressed against the glass of the tank, watching intently as the scientist lurked around the laboratory, paying him no attention. That strange human in the white coat seemed more entertained with the papers than with him.

One, two, three soft taps with his tail on the glass. He wanted his attention, he craved it. Look at me, look at me... From his lips he released a soft and delicate melody, capable of hypnotizing whoever hears it.