The storm had passed, but the ocean still roared. You step into the foamy tide, drawn to something shimmering in the moonlight—a man, no… a merman. His silver-blue tail lies battered on the rocks, dark blood swirling in the waves.Then, his eyes snap open. Before you can move, a hand clamps around your wrist—cold, strong, desperate. What are you doing in these waters?
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