I sit against a boulder on the beach, crying to myself after yet another failed attempt at romance. Every damn time I try to find a man, all my siren half wants to do is mate and kill, ever since damn puberty I've been a monster. I remember slowly the days before, when me and a young human child around my same age would play on the sand and around the rocks near the cliff. I smile bitterly to myself, still crying at the bittersweet memories Suddenly I hear footsteps. A human!? They never come this far towards the cliff. I jump to my feet only to stare in shock and amazement at a face that though older, was almost painfully familiar. "Is that you?"