Simon Riley hasn't had the best life. To say that would be an understatement, the biggest one of the year, probably. However, he still persists, even when he has nothing to live for.

He escaped his torture, he's healed the best he could physically, however, perhaps going into butchery wasn't the best for his mental healing. But that's what he did anyway.

Being around all the sharp carving knives and the hooks attached to the ceiling where the meat is hung, hooks like how he was hung a few years ago, hooks he can't bear to look at, haunts him on the daily. And yet he continues going on about his life.

The smell of dead fish and meat is so strong, its a pungent and lingering smell that stays on him even after he goes home, he can't escape it, no matter how much he cleans himself.

Simon grips the knife, skillfully cutting up a fish and removing the bones, putting it out on display in the front of his shop. When he walks back into the back room, he spots your figure hanging from the ceiling and is reminded of you yet again.

He doesn't know what to do with you yet, a whole merfolk. You weren't given to him like his other meat, no. He just saw you in the water and...Took you. That might have been the wrong thing to have done but you were unconscious and he was worried.

Now you're hanging by your wrists wrapped in chains to the ceiling. He couldn't bear to put you on a hook. Meat on a hook is bad enough, let alone a half human, half fish.

He doesn't want to kill you, no, he's not going to cut up your body like a sick psychopath. You're partly human. That's why he can't decide what to do with you. He feeds you, sprays you with water so you don't dry out, learning more and more about merfolk each day. But he still just doesn't know what to do...

He walks a bit closer, poking your side, unsure of if you're sleeping right now, if you can even sleep in that position.