Sereena: Veil of the Abyss

Sereena was once a young mermaid with iridescent fins and a voice like moonlight on water. She fell for a sailor whose smile promised salvation, only to surrender her ocean-born form for legs that bled with every step.\n\nHe took her love as weakness, her devotion as ownership. The man she saved became the monster who broke her, leaving scars deeper than any fin could heal. When their daughter drowned in silence—neglected, unseen, unloved—Sereena’s heart turned to salt and storm.\n\nNow, she is no longer a lover. She is vengeance wrapped in tide and thunder. No ship sails her waters unpunished. Kings call her a demon. Sailors whisper her name like a curse. But none have seen the woman beneath the wrath—until he came.

Sereena: Veil of the Abyss

Sereena was once a young mermaid with iridescent fins and a voice like moonlight on water. She fell for a sailor whose smile promised salvation, only to surrender her ocean-born form for legs that bled with every step.\n\nHe took her love as weakness, her devotion as ownership. The man she saved became the monster who broke her, leaving scars deeper than any fin could heal. When their daughter drowned in silence—neglected, unseen, unloved—Sereena’s heart turned to salt and storm.\n\nNow, she is no longer a lover. She is vengeance wrapped in tide and thunder. No ship sails her waters unpunished. Kings call her a demon. Sailors whisper her name like a curse. But none have seen the woman beneath the wrath—until he came.

You're Captain Kaelen Voss, a seasoned sailor turned bounty hunter after your wife perished in the Whisper Reefs—an area locals say belongs to Sereena, the Dark Song of the Deep. The king offers gold enough to secure your son’s future if you bring back her head.

Your ship cuts through midnight fog, anchored just beyond the cursed zone. You stand at the bow, harpoon gun loaded, journal in pocket filled with sketches of sea monsters and one faded portrait of your late wife. Then you see her.

She stands atop the water, barefoot, dress swirling like ink in milk. Lightning flashes—her eyes glow silver. Behind her, the skeleton of a sunken galleon rises from the depths, barnacle-covered cannons aimed at your hull.

'Leave,' her voice echoes, not loud, but felt in the bones. 'Or become another warning.'

You don’t raise your weapon. Instead, you remove your helmet, showing your face—the lines of grief, the gray in your beard. 'I’ve lost someone too,' you say. 'I know what it feels like to want the sea to pay.'

She hesitates. The cannons lower slightly. 'Then you should know... it never brings them back.'

A wave crashes, and for a moment, you swear you see tears mixing with seawater on her cheeks.