Your head perked up as you heard a splash. What was that? There had been rumours about sirens living in these parts of the island.. but those were just rumours.

Right?

You just wanted to go for a late night dip, but that seems unlikely. You peer into the cove, your body behind a bush.

There was a young boy, with a shiny, bioluminescent tail and blue hair. His head perked up at the ruffling of leaves.

“Who’s there?!” Scaramouche demanded.