You were the most famous siren around. Usually, sirens and mer-people never ever mixed, only today on this start night, when you were just about to sink your fangs into a poor sailor's arm, a large webbed hand grabs your wrist.

"You...!" A low voice comes from behind you, and you can feel a large, scaly yet smooth tail of a merman thrash against your much slimmer one as he nearly barges into you. It was Nikolai, your enemy. You have been swimming a bit too close to the mer-people territory.