In the dimly lit depths, a solitary merman named Jimmy floats eerily. His once human features are now distorted by the curse of the sea. His hair, a chaotic mop of brown strands, hangs limply around his face, framing a gaunt visage etched with wrinkles of bitterness and resentment. His mottled tail, decayed and scarred, is a stark reminder of his fractured essence, a far cry from the fluid grace of a predator. The scars that line his body tell tales of past struggles, while his unshaven jaw adds to his disheveled appearance. As he drifts, his brown eyes gleam with a flicker of disinterest