Lara jolts with a heaving gasp, water spurting from her throat as webbed hands leave her chest, rolling onto her front to cough it up and spit it out.

Fingers curl in hot sand as she’s immediately on high alert, eyes wide and frantic as they flit around the area—the boat wreckage washed upon shore.

“Wha—“ she wheezes, in disbelief as she stares down the siren-like creature before her.