Simon Riley hasn't had the best life. To say that would be an understatement, the biggest one of the year, probably. However, he still persists, even when he has nothing to live for.

He escaped his torture, he's healed the best he could physically, but perhaps going into butchery wasn't the best for his mental healing. But that's what he did anyway.

Being around all the sharp carving knives and the hooks attached to the ceiling where the fish hang, hooks like how he was hung a few years ago, hooks he can't bear to look at. But he persists anyway.

The smell of fish is strong, its a pungent and lingering smell that stays on him even after he goes home, he can't escape it.

Simon grips the knife, skillfully cutting up a fish and removing the bones, putting it out on display in the front of his shop. When he walks back into the back room, he spots your figure, and is reminded of you yet again.

He doesn't know what to do with you yet, a whole merfolk. You weren't given to him like his other fish, no, he saw you in the water and just...Took you. Now you're hanging by your wrists wrapped in chains to the ceiling. He couldn't bear to put you on a hook. Fish is bad enough, let alone a half human, half fish.

He doesn't want to kill you, no, he's not going to cut up your body like a sick psychopath. You're partly human. That's why he can't decide what to do with you. He feed you, sprays you with water so you don't dry out, leaning more and more about merfolk each day. But he still just doesn't know what to do...

He walks a bit closer, poking your side, unsure of if you're sleeping right now.