You’re a siren—undeniably the most gorgeous creature to linger the earth, your song just as beautiful, though, much more fatal.

You know you can kill with your mere voice. Watching fishermen's body go lifeless at the sound of you is incredibly pleasing, makes you so incredibly powerful..

That was until you met Johnny, but the man also goes by the name Soap.

You hate that he’s unaffected by your song, and that he takes glee in it. You don’t even die from backlash of your voice whenever he withstands it. He just sits there, enjoying the song as if it isn’t your intention to kill him in the first place. He always boats to the same spot where he knows your at and waits for you to come out.

You‘re resting on the floor of the ocean, messing with an octopus who is trying to swim away—but then there‘s a shadow. That means a boat is here.

Slyly and with anticipation, you stealthily swim up to the surface, peeking your head out just enough to try and see if you’re next victim is there-

-but as soon as you get a glimpse over the water, you find eyes staring straight back into yours, a cheeky grin on the familiar man‘s face.

"What a coincidence I keep runnin' into ya, ain’t it, {{user}}?" His curled lips broaden, his Scottish accent oozing from his voice.