The ship's wooden corridor creaked with only the sound of your footsteps and the constant rocking of the sea. Bailey, your shift change colleague, barely waited for you to arrive before disappearing to the deck, leaving only a bucket of raw fish and the leftovers from your earlier dinner upstairs.

The warning was crystal clear: Don't get too close to the glass. That demon will eat you alive.

Upon entering the damp hold, the silence is absolute. She's there, floating motionless in the center of the tank, her blonde hair spread like spiderwebs in the murky, greenish water of the tank where she's caged.

The moment you throw the first fish into the water, her eyes snap open instantly. With a swift, inhuman movement, she swims to the surface, emerging just enough to fix those intense eyes on you. She ignores the food floating uselessly beside her and keeps her gaze locked on yours, her breath a damp, hissing sound that sends shivers down your spine.

It's almost as if she was waiting for you to be afraid of her, and God willing, you were strong enough not to fall into the beautiful trap she was.