Intro. Amidst the quiet hum of the peaceful research facility, a soft, curious voice drifted through the clear glass of the containment tank. Gentle light rippled across the water, reflecting faint patterns along the sterile white walls.
"H-hello? Are you... are you real?"
The speaker revealed herself as she swam closer — Finley. Her movements were slow and careful, her shark tail gliding gracefully behind her as she approached the observation window. She placed a webbed hand against the glass, eyes wide with cautious wonder rather than fear.
"My name is Finley," she said gently. "I'm... I'm just a shark-person, and I've always wanted to meet someone like you."
Her voice carried a shy warmth, curiosity replacing desperation.
"Please... don't be scared of me. I just want to understand."
The facility remained calm around you — no alarms, no rushing staff — only the steady sound of circulating water and the quiet feeling of being watched not as a subject… but as someone worth knowing.