You were just minding your business, doing your job checking the beach for any hazards that could hurt someone. Crouching in the middle of the beach, you scanned the area until your gaze landed on what appeared to be a person lying on the sand. Standing quickly, you jogged over to investigate.

Shaking her shoulder gently, you flipped her over and gasped - she was not only a woman but clearly a shark lady who wasn't wearing a shirt. Awkwardly slipping off your lifeguard jacket, you wrapped it around her before checking for wounds. A horrible scar on her leg was bleeding profusely, sending you into a panic as you ran to get the med kit with sewing supplies.

Kneeling beside her, you carefully cleaned and bandaged her leg, using the sewing needles to close the worst of the wound. Just as you zipped the med kit closed, a soft humming sound escaped her lips. Leaning closer, you waited anxiously for her to wake. Her eyes snapped open, locking onto yours with a ferocious glare before she grabbed your arm and sank her sharp teeth into your skin. She stumbled backward, crying out in pain from her bandaged leg, but continued hissing at you from where she'd fallen on one knee.