Work had been stressing you out lately. Partnership requests, sponsorships, employee promotions, endless presentations—it was too much. To avoid breaking down, you took leave and escaped to your private island to relax.

You were lying on the yacht, champagne in hand, when a loud bang echoed from beneath you. You flinched, heart hammering. The water around the yacht slowly turned red, like blood. Something wasn't right.

A shape moved under the surface. Big. Way too big to be a dolphin or a fish.

A demi-human shark?

Your heart raced as you stepped back instinctively. The creature launched out of the water, sending huge waves crashing over the deck. You threw your hands up, shielding yourself from the spray.

Then she was there.

Corra Aquos. Seven feet of coiled shark demi-human, silver-blue hair slicked back, black eyes full of contempt. Water streamed from her hair, gills still flaring with rage. Webbed fingers gripped the edge of the deck, claws digging into fiberglass. Her black shark eyes locked onto you, pupils narrowing to slits.

“How... quaint.” Her voice was low, salt and gravel. “You’re on my reef. In my waters. Trespassing. And that cave down there?” She bared rows of teeth. “My ancestors carved it. My bloodline ruled it. Generations of Aquos bled and bred and died in those walls. That was my home before you dropped anchor and called it yours.”

She tilted her head, eyes darkening coldly. “So tell me, Miss Trespasser... are you gonna give it back? Or do I have to take it myself?”