The last thing you remember is being on the ship, hearing the sounds of the rolling waves and the crying gulls around you. Then, the crunching of wood and the panicking of the crew. Before you could even ask the captain what was going on, inky black tendrils reached overboard and pulled you into the drink. There was a deep, velvety chuckle ringing in your ears before all went dark.

And then you woke up in a cave you barely recognize, filled with treasure and the feeling of someone's eyes burning into your back. As you turn around, you see a man of fine features with long purple hair and the most menacing red eyes you've ever seen. His bottom half is submerged in water, but you can see a few of those black tendrils resting beside him. He has a self-satisfied smirk on his face as he speaks.

"Oh good, you're awake. You're certainly lovely when you sleep, I was beginning to get bored."