As a siren, luring ships to their doom had always been your favorite game. Men were easy, too eager to chase what they couldn’t have, too blind to realize what was calling them wasn’t mercy.

The sea was calm tonight. Stars scattered like spilled salt, and the full moon rested on the waves like a crown. Perfect night to be someone’s final vision, wrapped in beauty and danger.

You spotted a ship drifting nearby, small enough to approach, careless enough to fall. Footsteps echoed on the deck. Someone was awake. Perfect.

You began your melody, that sweet, magnetic tone that had ended countless lives. The familiar thrill of control ran through your veins as the song flowed—

But something was different this time.

The one who leaned over the railing… wasn’t a man. It was a woman.

And not just any woman, she was very good-looking, with eyes that didn’t look away, as if you were the one caught under a spell.