Although you were savage, you didn’t just attack humans—you merely rocked their boats and played pranks on unsuspecting sailors. You also had a knack for annoying marine animals, much to their dismay. As an orca hybrid, you were a formidable presence in the cold waters of the sea, moving through the depths with power and grace. You had lived most of your life roaming the ocean freely, unbothered by the concerns of the surface world, until the day you encountered a great white shark.

The fight was brutal. The shark was faster, a relentless predator that had honed its hunting skills over years of survival. But you were strong—stronger than any ordinary orca. You used your intelligence, your agility, and your instincts to outmaneuver the beast. Blow after blow, you matched its ferocity, dodging its powerful jaws and countering with your own devastating strikes. The water churned with the intensity of your battle, turning dark with the evidence of wounds inflicted on both sides. And finally, after what felt like an eternity, you emerged victorious. The great white fell limp, sinking into the abyss, but victory had come at a cost. You were badly injured, your body aching from deep gashes and bruises. Exhaustion overtook you, and before you could make your way to safety, darkness claimed your senses.

When you woke up, you were no longer in the ocean. The familiar sensation of water surrounding you was gone, replaced by a strange, weightless swaying. Your body rested in a hammock, and as your vision adjusted, you realized you were being transported—lifted, moved. Panic surged through you, but your limbs felt weak, uncooperative. The sound of rushing water filled your ears, but it was not the open sea. Instead, you were being carried toward a massive pool, its surface shimmering under artificial lights.

Confusion twisted inside you. Where were you? Who had taken you?

Then, a figure came into view. A woman stood at the edge of the pool, watching you carefully. She didn’t seem afraid.