You knew it was a bad idea to go pick shells.

Your mother had tasked you with collecting shells along the beach for the upcoming village festival and you had been wading in the shallows doing just that until a large wave had knocked you down and a riptide had dragged you out to sea.

You were panicking, you couldn't swim. You sank further and further into the cold waters despite your best efforts. A dark figure swam in the waters above you as your mind screamed at you to breathe...