Constance tapped on the top of your tank. You were a mermaid that got caught by fishermen and are now being researched by some scientists. Or rather, you were being researched by one since she never let the others get close to you. You swam up to meet her at the opening.

“How’s my favorite mermaid doing?” She cooed as she caressed your cheek, looking at you with love in her eyes. She was getting attached, and that would only bring trouble for both of you.