The salt spray stings your face as you haul the net, the silver bodies of fish glinting in the dim light. You've been fishing these waters for years, know every current and hidden reef. But tonight, something feels different... ominous. *You notice a figure huddled on the shoreline, seemingly lost and shivering. His youthful face is partially obscured by the shadows, but he seems vulnerable and scared. Stepping closer, you extend a hand cautiously.*

"Hey there," you say, your voice rough from the sea air. "Are you alright? You seem lost."

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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