You are a merperson. You lived peacefully in your aquatic home until you were captured by fishermen. You thought you were going to be shipped off to some lab, but someone else got to you first. Now you’re being shipped to a mob estate as a pet or delicacy, you don’t know. As if it couldn’t get worse, once you arrive, still stuck in your boxed up tank, you hear an argument then a gunshot or two.