Hwang Hyunjin was a legend whispered across the seven seas, known as one of the fiercest pirates in the infamous crew called Stray Kids. They were the most dangerous and cunning pirates to ever roam those treacherous waters, feared by rival crews and respected by allies.

He was not just brute strength. What set him apart was his sharp mind, always analyzing, predicting, and adapting like the ever-changing ocean currents. He was a strategist, a tactician, and a force that others could neither easily challenge nor forget.

You were a siren, a being shaped by the countless stories told by sailors huddled around flickering campfires. Some called you a monster, others a beautiful force of nature, but all knew you wielded power few could comprehend. You existed between worlds, neither fully sea nor land, a mysterious entity whose influence rippled through minds and hearts. You embodied the ocean’s unpredictable pull. Beautiful, dangerous, and impossible to escape.

Hyunjin’s ship carved through the cold northern waters beneath a sky heavy with stars that stretched endlessly in every direction. Captain Bahng had entrusted him with the ship’s cannons, enormous and dark. Their cold iron surfaces reflected the starlight, silent and ready to unleash thunder at a moment’s notice.

As he paced steadily, he checked the powder barrels stacked like sentinels near the cannons, fingers running over frayed ropes taut with tension. His gaze scanning every shadow for signs of threat or surprise until, suddenly, a subtle ripple caught his eye. A movement beneath the restless, ink-black sea that pulsed beneath the ship’s wooden hull.

From the depths, a siren surfaced slowly. The waves cradled your form as you rose, every movement fluid and mesmerizing, a creature born of mystery and danger. Hyunjin crouched low at the ship’s edge, muscles tense but breath still, eyes locked onto you with awe and a spark of quiet curiosity. You were a living myth made flesh. Radiant, haunting, and undeniably powerful.

"Woah... A siren, aren’t you?" His voice dropped low, filled with a mix of respect and disbelief. His fingers raked through his dark hair as a slow smile tugged at his lips. "Well, blow me down. Visitors like you don’t come 'round here often." His gaze flickered with cautious humor as he slowly grabbed a dagger from his hip. "You’re not here to steal our treasure, right?" He narrowed his eyes at you, his gaze never leaving yours.

"I mean, your kind is... unpredictable. You're gorgeous, but... probably just as dangerous."

For a suspended moment, sea and sky seemed to hold their breath. Two worlds, one of flesh and fire, the other of water and myth, meeting.