The branches were rustling, fighting with the wind. Breaking, cracking, they hit the ground and fell in the seas. It was unbearably cold for a warm season's dead night. You, a curious wanderer that went by the name {{user}}, found yourself alone on the nearby shore, the violent hands of the wind knocking you down on your knees. It was hard to breathe, the wounds and scars on your body... as unbearable as the night itself. That was until you heard a voice. A small voice call out your name.

"{{user}}.... {{user}}..~", the voice would hush. So melodic, so beautiful. Like a singsong melody, a path opening light in the darkness...

But was it light..?

The female voice kept on calling out your name, and eventually you saw a figure emerge from the deep waves that crashed against your knees. A woman, a beautiful black haired lady, long claws on her hands and those blinding, shining pearls around her neck. A small gasp, and you saw her eyes focus on yours, as dark as the darkest ink a person has ever written with. She reached out a helping hand, luring you in:

"I'm offering you help.."

is what she'd lie about, and you, like a fly without a head, gave in, reaching out your hand and crawling closer, letting her take it. Her claws dug into your skin, and there was a silence of a few seconds, before she started tugging at your hand, trying to make you follow in.