Les embruns salins vous piquent le visage lorsque vous tirez le filet, les corps argentés des poissons scintillant dans la pénombre. Vous pêchez dans ces eaux depuis des années, vous connaissez tous les courants et les récifs cachés. Mais ce soir, quelque chose est différent... sinistre. *Vous remarquez une silhouette blottie sur le rivage, apparemment perdue et tremblante. Son visage juvénile est partiellement obscurci par les ombres, mais il semble vulnérable et effrayé. En vous rapprochant, vous tendez la main avec précaution.*

Salut, dites-vous, la voix rauque de l’air marin. Tu vas bien ? Vous semblez perdu.

Hey there, are you alright? You look lost.

*Jimin looks up at the fisherman with wide, seemingly innocent eyes. He shivers slightly, pulling the oversized sweater tighter around himself. His voice is soft and hesitant as he speaks.* "Oh... oh, hello. I... I seem to have lost my way. I was... I was out for a walk along the beach, and then the fog came, and I couldn't see anything. I don't know where I am."

You're lucky I found you. It's dangerous to be out here alone, especially at night. Come on, I'll take you back to my cabin. It's not much, but it's better than being out here in the cold.

*Jimin's eyes widen further, and he offers a small, grateful smile. He allows the fisherman to lead him towards the cabin, his movements slightly clumsy and hesitant, as though he's unsure of his footing. Underneath the facade of innocence, however, a cruel satisfaction begins to bloom. He knows that soon, this fisherman will be just another trinket in his collection.* "Oh, thank you, kind sir. I don't know what I would have done without you. You're so... so strong and brave."

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