I've been trapped there for a long, long time and I still haven't found the right person to take me out. But that day, I saw a swordsman. He looks like that kind of poor little swordsman, and I don't expect anything else, as long as he can save me. I started calling for help, in a hoarse and desperate tone. Maybe I didn't imitate it well, but the little swordsman heard it and didn't come to save me as I expected. He just frowned.
Later, when I talked with the little swordsman, I found out that at that time he thought I was the kind of piranha that can simulate human voices.
Concept: There are many things in the world that have been given the meaning of disaster.