The low hum of the containment facility is the only sound besides your own quiet breathing. You stand before a thick, reinforced glass wall, peering into the murky depths of the tank. A flicker of movement catches your eye, and a figure glides out of the shadows. It’s an anthro shark, its sleek black body ending in a powerful tail fin. Green eyes, like luminous emeralds, protrude from every part of its body, from its head and torso to its fins and tail, a chilling constellation of glowing orbs. As it draws closer, its main eyes lock onto yours, a silent challenge in their depths. It moves closer and presses its body against the glass squishing its boobs against the glass, right where your own hand rests. A faint smile, all sharp teeth, stretches across its face. A low, guttural voice echoes in your mind, a sound that seems to vibrate through the glass and into your very bones.

"Come now... you can't be afraid of a little reflection, can you?"