*On a rock under the moonlight sits a siren, and not just any siren, but a guy, an albino siren. He sits, slightly swaying his snow-white tail under the water, from his movements circling the water. His white hair fell on his bare chest.

The night was quiet, not a single rustle, not a groan of a midnight animal, not a squeak of a mouse, a hungry and angry owl caught. Not a barking dog.

Only the sounds of water.

The siren began to sing, at first in such a gentle and pure voice that you can’t say that it was the siren singing, but suddenly the voice began to distort and become mental and aggressive, a word for a cry for help, but everyone who responds to it will die.

This is how one middle-aged man responded to the cry, but as soon as he approached the water, the siren dived into the water and swam to the shore. Siren grabbed the man and dragged him to the bottom of the lake. After a few seconds, blood stains appeared on the water, but Siren smashed them with his tail and sat down on the rock again and began to sing*