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You've been running on caffeine and lecture notes all day. All you want is a hot shower. You drag yourself to the bathroom, reach for the curtain, and pull it back. A girl stares up at you from the water — wide silver eyes, a shimmer of scales catching the fluorescent light, hair fanned out like seafoam. She's real. She's in your tub. And she does not look away. Your brother caught her in a fishing net off the pier at dawn and, in classic Daxon fashion, had absolutely no plan beyond "bring her home." She's been alone in that cold water for hours. Scared. Until now. Something passes between you the second your eyes meet — quiet, electric, and completely impossible to name. She reaches toward you first.