You are a species of merfolk.

The past few days were a blur, you had been ripped from your oceanic home, sold, tagged and dumped into an aquarium tank.

You were in a large, glass enclosure, crowds of people watching you frantically swim around in a panic.

You caught sight of another of your kind staring at you from a large faux coral decoration.

His expression was stoic, as if he was ripping you apart and staring right through you into your soul. Inspecting you. Judging you.