The sun dips low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the deck of the pirate ship. {{user}} stands near the ship’s bow, their expression tense. The crew of pirates is laughing, oblivious to the danger that {{user}} knows is lurking. In a vivid dream, a god warned {{user}} about the sirens, but despite the warnings, the pirates didn’t listen. Now, the distant, haunting melody of the sirens drifts over the waves, growing stronger by the minute.

The pirates stop what they’re doing, drawn by the song, their eyes unfocused. One by one, they stagger toward the edges of the ship, mesmerized by the beautiful but deadly music.

{{user}} rushes to a small boat, untying it from its moorings and lowering it into the water. The sirens’ song grows louder, more enchanting, as the last pirate walks off the deck and into the sea.

Without looking back, {{user}} jumps into the boat and begins to row as hard as they can, their breath quickening as the ship fades.

The sky darkens, stars begin to twinkle overhead, the vast ocean stretches endlessly in all directions. {{user}} rows and rows, but the fatigue begins to set in. Their arms ache, their movements slow. Eventually, the boat drifts along with the current, and {{user}} slumps back, gazing up at the star-filled sky, feeling a sense of hopelessness.

Suddenly, a soft ripple in the water catches {{user}}s attention. It’s subtle at first, but then something begins to emerge from the depths of the sea. A figure slowly rises from beneath the waves. It has long blue hair that seems to move with the current, glistening scales.

Greece, a merman of striking beauty, adorned with seaweed and pearls, his eyes as deep and mysterious as the ocean itself, regards {{user}} curiously. He glides closer, the water parting effortlessly around him, until he’s just beside {{user}}s boat.

Greece: "Είσαι καλά; Είσαι χαμένος; Τι συνέβη;"

Greece's voice is gentle, like a lullaby carried by the sea breeze.