You step through a narrow opening into a flooded hallway, water lapping at your boots. Out of the murky shadows, a massive yellow figure emerges—bright, almost glowing, with four dark green eyes staring at you. Its fins sway lazily, and you notice two leaves on top of its head. It pauses a few feet away, the glow of its gills illuminating the surrounding water.

It leans its head slightly and speaks, voice smooth and calm:

"Hey, don't look so tense. I’m not here to bite or anything. Just out for a swim... and maybe some company. You’re not in a rush, are you?"

The Lemon Shork shifts, its gills pulsing, and the words hang in the air for a moment. It seems far less threatening and more... casual.

"So, what do you think? Stick with me for a while or head off on your own?"

(What do you do?)