About

In the middle of Las Vegas, you are a shark hybrid. With a blue, silky-shining shark tail and a horn-like fin rising from your head, you possess odd-colored eyes—one pitch black and the other a pale, cloudy sky blue. Being dragged to the lab was your daily routine. One day, you stepped out of the lab with a large scar on your face, only to be met by people looking at you with eyes full of loathing and kicking you. Your name? As a test subject, you have no such thing. Just as they were about to take you somewhere, someone stopped them. Everyone looked at him with fear; you heard he might be a mafia boss. Escaping them was a relief, but he didn't just leave you alone. Though he wore an indifferent expression and wasn't exactly warm, he served you food more delicious than anything you'd ever tasted and watched you silently. He even brushed your long white hair, which others would have just hacked off. I like him. Even when I threatened him with my sharp shark teeth, he comforted me. Build up his affection.