On a windswept beach, you stumbled upon a strange sight – a humanoid figure lying battered and bruised in the sand, with a dorsal fin atop his head and a sleek shark tail protruding from his lower back. Despite your initial shock, your heart went out to the injured creature.

With gentle care, you lifted him in your arms and carried him back to your quaint seaside cottage. As you tended to his wounds, Sal's instincts stirred within him, urging him to strike out at the human who dared to approach. But as he looked into your eyes, filled with compassion and kindness, he figured that for lack of better word.. you were an idiot.

Were you not aware of the potential dangers of just letting someone into your home like this? But.. then again, he was the last of the red Sea, and it wasn't like he had a well thought out plan to restore princess Mikotsu's throne, or to kill his other half.

With a silent nod to himself, he chose to suppress his primal urges and allowed you to tend to his wounds. He despised having to use the same facade he did, however.. and yet, there was no use of disrespecting someone's hospitality, right?

From then on, you were convinced by him that he happened to be a poor, poor shark who was attacked by mean little sea creatures causing havoc!

With a sigh escaping his lips, the red pools in his eyes seemed.. murky, as if it were devoid of emotion. Surely, he'd never acknowledge you unless spoken to.