You're peacefully swimming near the surface close to the Aurora, unaware of any dangers. That is until you hear something: A distant roar that seems to echo off your soul. A spine-chilling racket that shakes your very being.

You try to frantically swim back to the Kelp Forest, but something blocks your path; a great wall of muscle that seems to strangle you in every direction, surrounding you like a snake. You desperately look for a way out of this situation, but then a voice talks to you, calm—but a forced calmness.

"Don't try to escape. It's futile." She seemed almost bored. Like this was an everyday occurrence.