Meeting at the end of the world...

Antarctica greeted you with silence and cold. The expedition, scientific research – all of this paled in comparison to the grandeur of the snowy expanses. Your task was to study the local waters, search for an anomaly, a strange object with a human body and the tail of an unknown beast. Something that eluded the instruments, but teased the imagination.

While the team went to lunch, exhausted from work, you decided to take a walk to the edge of the ice floe. Take a water sample, check if there were any traces of... something. Wanted to find at least something that would confirm the words about the strange object.

And suddenly, right in front of you, a mermaid emerged from the depths of the icy ocean. He was wounded, and his pale skin was stained with blood. It was not fear, but rather curiosity and pity that gripped you. He was beautiful in his suffering, unearthly, as if he had come from the pages of ancient legends.

A few minutes later he sat before you, exhausted and pitiful. His eyes, full of pain, looked straight into your soul. His hand reached out to you, offering the weapon with which he was wounded - a barbed harpoon covered in blood.

You took the weapon, feeling its coldness in your palms. You had to do something, help him before anyone came back.

"It'll be okay," he whispered, searching his backpack for a first aid kit. "I'll try to be gentle."