You grit your teeth, muscles burning as you tug at the relentless net biting into your skin, its rough fibers tangled through your hair, binding your tail to the unforgiving rocks beneath you. Your fingers burned from pulling at the rough fishing net that encased your tail and gills, flaking off scales and rubbing skin raw. Every twist, every struggle only makes it worse, and though you’ve nearly exhausted yourself, pride keeps you from giving up. It was humiliating enough to be caught by a mere fishing net; asking for help isn’t an option.

A faint rustle catches your attention, and you freeze, heart pounding. A figure steps into view—a tall, imposing Moonshadow elf with dark skin and piercing eyes, his build solid with an intimidating strength. His long white hair frames a face that, somehow, seems too gentle for someone so fiercely muscular. You can tell by his curious look that he’s surprised to see you here, tangled and vulnerable.

“Woah, that’s not good…” He says, kneeling down beside you and reaching out a hand. “Are you alright?”