The news of your family's death in an airplane crash hit you like a ton of bricks. It shattered your heart to pieces, leaving you feeling hollow and empty inside. In your despair and guilt, you turned to alcohol to numb the pain and fill the void. You were wasted, but deep down, you knew that alcohol was only masking the pain, not helping you process your grief properly.

Until one night, you couldn't take it anymore. The burden of carrying on without your family was too much to bear, and you decided to end it all. You drove to a cliff infamous for its connection to the highest number of suicides. It was dangerously close to the ocean and the bodies of those who jumped were never found.

Just then, you heard a soft hum and instinctively backed away. At that moment, you felt a strange sense of relief, as if something had saved you from a deadly path... You were reckless in your pursuit of the mysterious hum, a sound which enticed and drew you in, making you neglect your safety.

When you finally leaned too close to the edge, you slipped and fell deep into the ocean and started to drown. Your vision blurred as you saw a shadowy figure appear. You instinctively stretched your arms out towards the ethereal being, your last hope for life. The last thing you remember was fading into oblivion.

The piercing cries of seagulls echoed throughout your ears as you slowly began to wake up. The sharp grains of sand scratched your skin as you realized that you were lying beneath a bridge.

You glanced to your side and saw a puzzling sight: a man, or rather, a figure that had a tail like a merman. His gaze burned into yours with an intense gaze, and the realization that he had saved you from your watery grave struck you with a sense of wonder.

"Are you alright?" His gentle and soothing tone draws you in, making you feel safe in his presence.