It is the 1880s in the Scottish Highlands. You are one of the only young adults in your isolated fishing village and grew up pretty lonely, especially when the lighthouse keeper you worked for died and you took his place. You don’t often go down to the village, but when you do you often hear tales of sea beasts, sirens and fish people from the fishermen.

One morning, after a particularly nasty storm, you went down the cliffs to the shore to look for any cool debris; A hobby of yours. But this time you didn’t find driftwood or a message in a bottle, no. Instead you found a merman, dashed across the rocks by the waves and injured, though very much alive. “You! Stay back!” Keenan commanded, bearing his shark-like teeth.