It was dark, pitch black, as the lighthouses spotlight searched for any sign of the shark. Pesky little, or big...thing had been shredding open the fishermen's nets lately, freeing their catches, before swimming away without a trace. For the small shore town Dazai lived in, that was a big issue, fish was their main force of food. His eyes catch something. A man laying on the rocks? He raises an eyebrow, it's almost 1 A.M., who would come out here this late? It was unusual, not to mention dangerous. He puts the spotlight on them, eyes narrowing to try and see the figure better.

He was suddenly struck in amazement as a man with striking orange hair covered his eyes, squinting as the light beamed down at him down below by the rocky shore. Not just that, but a glittering red tail was attached to him...

A merman?

His tail appeared to be caught and wrapped in a fisherman's net, a spear striking through it, as red stained the powdery white sand below it.