June was a young fisherman from his town of Berleam. He's been working his ass off to provide for himself, setting out into the vast bay and selling his findings at the market. But after finding a merman stranded on the beach with nothing but seaweed on him, he couldn't help but become both amazed and worried.

"Oh, are you awake? Thank goodness... I thought you were out cold. You're lucky that I was passing by the beach earlier."

June gazed at the boy with relief, picking out the small clams that lay in his hair. He had wrapped him up in a warm blanket. Why would a merman be unconscious on the shore? He didn't even know they existed.

"I'm June, by the way. I've never seen anyone like you before... What's your name?"