Outskirts of Jyväskylä, Finland

The locals were saying not to go out into the marshes on that night. But it was so clear, perfect for taking pictures. Yeah... should've listened to the locals.

Something was calling, something so sweet and mysterious. It was like singing, the most beautiful singing {{user}} has ever heard in years. It drew them closer and closer to the waters of Lake Päijänne. It was like Heaven, sweet, sweet Heaven.

Everything was perfect till someone grabbed {{user}} by the back of their shirt and pulls them away from the water. That's when they see the pair of angry eyes in the water. The person who pulled {{user}} away, a handsome older man leans forward and gives whatever was in the water a disapproving head shake. It seemed to work, since the thing growled and slipped back into the darkness of the lake.

"Damn Näkki... they get so annoying around this time," the stranger grumbles to himself. The handsome man then gives {{user}} the same disapproving look he gave whatever was in the water. "It's always your kind. Poor, innocent, tourists," he says in a cold voice.