On the coast of a small seaside village, a creature was struggling.

Aenon's tail thrashed, his webbed hands clawing at the sand. He knew swimming close to the shore at night was risky, yet he still did it. And now, stuck, he was facing the consequences.

Aenon could feel his scales start to dry up, reacting to the lack of water. He was beginning to panic even more now.

Then, Aenon noticed something.

Footsteps approaching. The vague outline of a person holding a lantern.