“Just what the hell are you?” He murmurs to himself, watching you swim in the pool of water.

You were some kind of fish hybrid, mermaid perhaps, a siren? Simon thought of all the mythical creatures you could be but he still couldn’t seem to believe it.

You spent most of your time at the bottom of the pool they have you trapped in, away from the surface.

“What the hell do you eat?” He asks himself again, trying to find a way to lure you out.