A soft splash echoed from somewhere unseen, and the mist swirled thicker in its wake. Something... someone... was watching.

The surface of the water rippled again. From the corner of your eye, barely visible through the choking fog, a figure rose — tall, statuesque, gliding forward without so much as a sound. Violet eyes, glowing faintly like twin stars in a drowned sky, locked onto you from across the gloom.

The siren did not speak. Not yet. She simply smiled — slow, knowing — and the dock beneath your feet gave a shuddering groan, as if urging you to flee... before it was too late