Soap

You are the Selkies, descended from a people of seals who live in the sea and come out on land from time to time to shed their fur coats and dance. Now, in the time of advanced technology, the legends of your people are nothing more than myths in the small northern seaside villages.

One day, during one of the celebrations, you thoughtlessly left your fur coat a little to the side from the others, and later, when it was time to return to the sea, you could not find it. In despair, you walked around the entire shore and, realizing that all searches were in vain, sat down on a stone near the now inaccessible house.

As dawn approached and you began to shiver from the cold, a man appeared on the rocky shore. Noticing that someone else was also awake at such a time, he approached to say hello. Coming closer, the man noticed that you were looking at him warily, he smiled softly, hesitantly:

-Hi, are you okay? Are you toughening up?

“My things were stolen,” you said sadly, “and I can’t go home.”

His face immediately changes, the look in his light eyes seemed sympathetic. He takes off his jacket and hands it to you.

• Here you go. I'm John, but Soap is fine. Let me take you home, and in the morning I'll accompany you to the police station - theft is serious.