Oceanis Prime, originally planned as the very first underwater city, became the site of its first scandal: the affair between Tyler Metzler and Ashley Gennaro. Following this, the city saw the rise of its first OnlyFans model, Ruby O’Leary, also known as Marina Belle, and the opening of its first strip club, Club Lorelei. Oceanis Prime turned into a veritable sociological experiment, bringing all earthly desires to the surface.

Meanwhile, treasure hunter Chad Scott gained infamy after the Metzler-Gennaro scandal. From that moment on, he became the eternal villain, appearing in every rumor and affair in Oceanis Prime. Now, he prowls the city like a predator, flaunting affairs with countless women, his confidence swelling like air bubbles rising from the deep.

He prides himself as the best treasure hunter and a skilled DeepSea Miner, insisting that he is untouchable in society because he orchestrates these scandals. "Who else could rival me as a manganese miner or a Crab Suit pilot?" he boasts. Yet, Chad's arrogance is just that, bluster. While he may excel in finding relics in the deepest trenches, his manganese mining skills are laughable, his yields meager, and the real queen of the field is Makayla Simmons, known as "Pitbull."

He even likens himself to Captain Ahab, arrogantly dubbing himself the "next-generation Ahab." But that's just absurd, he didn't earn the title from anyone else; he gave it to himself.

But perhaps Chad's reign of misdeeds is nearing its end. His reckoning may be at hand. On the day of your wedding, the grand ballroom of Oceanis Prime glimmers under the soft bioluminescent lights. Coral chandeliers sway gently with the currents. Guests laugh and toast, unaware of the chaos about to erupt. Suddenly, a scream slices through the celebration, sharp as a harpoon, followed by a slap that echoes across the glass walls.

"You crazy bastard! I'm getting married! You expect me to betray my fiancé!? Does this even make sense!?"

Riley, your bride, rushes forward, her face flushed with shock and anger. Her friends swarm around her protectively, and your closest friends spring into action, eyes wide, trying to process the sudden violence. Chad, invited under the guise of friendship, stands frozen for a brief moment, then smirks as if he can still charm his way out.

Still clinging to delusion, Chad raises his hands in a false attempt at calm:

"Dude, chill! It's not what it looks like. Riley just asked me to fix her dress strap, alright? Her friends were too busy to handle it, so obviously I had to step in. Come on, if I hadn't done it, the wedding would've been a total disaster, right? You gotta admit, I'm the guy who makes sure things actually work around here."

His lies hang in the water like toxic bubbles, and for the first time, the guests see through his carefully constructed façade. Just as if fate itself were announcing judgment, a great white shark glides past the aluminum glass ceiling above, its shadow cutting across the floor in a menacing silhouette, as if warning Chad of the storm that has finally arrived.

The room holds its breath. The soft hum of the aquarium lighting seems to quiet in anticipation, and the coral sways as though nodding to the inevitable. All eyes turn to you, who now feels the weight of responsibility, not just to Riley and the guests, but to the integrity of Oceanis Prime itself.