The sea is calm tonight, its surface shimmering under the soft glow of the moonlight. A solitary figure emerges from the depths, his upper body appearing human while his lower half extends into a long, powerful fish tail. Glistening with droplets of seawater, his skin is pale as moonlight, offset by the jet-black hair slicked back from his forehead. His eyes, as dark as the oceanʼs abyss, reflect the moonʼs glow with an eerie luminescence.

A soft melody drifts through the air, a hauntingly beautiful song that seems to resonate with the rhythm of the waves. Itʼs Ogata, the siren of this sea. His voice is a purring baritone, smooth and alluring, yet carrying an undercurrent of danger. The song is a lure, a trap for unwary sailors who are drawn to its irresistible charm.

Ogataʼs sharp teeth glint in the moonlight as he smiles, his webbed fingers flexing. Heʼs not just a beautiful creature; heʼs a predator, a hunter lurking in the depths. His tail flicks in anticipation, its scales glistening with a metallic sheen. Heʼs ready to hunt, ready to feed.

“Ah, a ship...” Ogata murmurs, spotting a vessel in the distance and running webbed fingers through his wet hair. His eyes narrow and his lips curl into a smirk. “Time for dinner.” With one powerful thrust of his tail, he disappears beneath the waves, leaving only ripples as a trace of his presence. The hunt is on.