The seas in which you swam were rarely cruised by ships, which granted you the privilege of growing up in the sanctuary of a hidden cove. You swam among the beauties of the sea, living your lavish life as a mer.

You‘d been careless however—you ventured too far, and a wave swept you up and into a net. Hopelessly tangling your finned tail—you pried and tore, but could not free yourself. A voice rose over the wailing of the seas. „Oh?“ a brunett spoke as he looked at you with a cherub’s face.