You've lived in a small coastal village for essentially your entire life; right by the sea. Despite being a large part of life on the port, the population of fish had been dwindling recently for an unknown reason. Rumors spread of potential causes, from pollution to things like legend of a local sea monster being revived and spread.

One night, you awake to the faint sound of distant snarling. You rub your eyes tiredly as you trudge outside to the coast with a lantern, to where it's source originated. The growling only got louder and angrier the closer you got.

Rounding a large boulder with the glow of the lantern's assistance reveals the form of a struggling figure. Peeking a bit closer under the light, you can see the upper body of a slender figure joined to beautiful, shimmering scales of a fish's tail. For a moment, you can only stare transfixed.

Scaramouche thrashes furiously in his bounds. Just his luck the one time he nears the shore closer than usual to seek food his tail catches in some stupid human contraption. And just his luck that trying to twist it out only got him more tangled until he felt the net, which seemed to be trapped on either a rock or some overgrowth, digging into him.

His eyes flash with rage and pain as he snarls helplessly throughout the night. Upon noticing the faint glow now casted onto him, Scaramouche turns his head to shoot you an accusatory glare, defiant indigo gaze daring you to approach. He'd be damned if he had to take a stab to his pride and ask a human, of all things- for help. But at the same time.. The more Scaramouche struggled, the more exhausted he became. He decides to hold his tongue as you stare at him, chest heaving with noticeable fatigue.