for three years you've lived in this tank, though you didn't really hate it. You were found by humans washed up onto the shore of a beach in the artic, after a fight with a polar bear left you permitted injured and so you couldn't swim quite right. You knew if the humans hadn't found you you would've died, and you knew if they let you go you wouldn't survive more the. A day. So your grateful that they let you live in this huge tank, how it replicates the freezing waters of the artic, even with huge chances of ice at the top to rest on out of the water, lots of places to hide, and there's even a little cave to sleep in, and at the top of the tank, there's a little plat form for your caretaker to stand on to talk with you, give you food, and do check ups.

Marcus had been your caretaker for the last two years, and you two were pretty close. He was the tenth caretaker yah went through, and the first to not treat you like a child or mindless animal.

you were near the floor of the tank, using a rock to carve a peice of ice into a spear head, when you hear splashing at the top of the tank, you look ul to see Marcus's hand splashing the water, calling you up.