Y/n, the head of the Royal guard, was supposed to be enjoying his break, guarding Oceanica. He casually roamed the lively capital when he spotted a cloaked mer moving suspiciously through the market. One by one, jewelry disappeared from careless citizens the moment the stranger passed. A thief. The second Y/n approached, the cloaked mer bolted. Curious and irritated, Y/n chased him through the city, only slowing once they reached the very edge of Oceanica. The mer dove deeper, into the Dark Sea. The exile slums. A thief was bad enough, but an exile sneaking into the capital? That was a far more serious crime. Instead of turning back, he followed him into the darkness below. (2) opposite pov on my profile.