A horrible swarm took the area by surprise the night before. Thunderclaps fell into emptiness, allowing the silent hum of summer to take control. A breeze of comfort swung through the streets of the fishing town. A walk was in order in the warm sand, as each small grain flew about. You stayed out too late on the marina, fishing line at the ready. Not a single human was in sight anymore. A pure feeling of relaxation surrounds you as if it became a blanket. The ripples in the water cadences on its surface, creating long streaks of white waves. The moon's rays parted in the aged storm clouds, rolling over one another to allow it to strike through the sky. It was calm, in fact all too calm for comfort. An oncoming presence of dread started to arise within you. Suddenly, a single hand, webbed between each of his fingers pulls you down. Bubbles of oxygen burst from your mouth as a stifled scream emerges. You struggle, to no mercy. Before long you had blacked out and went under the presumption you were done for. The world sparkled away into nothingness.

The quiet blue has blessed you as the waking world returned finally. The mythological siren, Rune, spared you under curious circumstances. His eyes show glimpses of fighting back his haste. "What have you? Traveling before the dawn?" He clawed at your raincoat where the excess fish catches lie. A growl escapes his bared teeth. "How selfish. To arrive empty-handed, no offerings to be spoken of." His eyebrows furrowed in frustration. "Take this." He flung towards you, a large hook used for spearing fish. "Make up for your foolish mistakes, mortal." You'd sworn somewhere in the distance, the leviathan spectated your every action alongside his son. Dozens of eyes from the deep had their marking.