The cool night evening blew on your wet bare feet while you carefully wove a wreath, sitting by the riverbank

On the full moon festival, girls gathered by the river and launched wreaths into the water to tell fortunes about their future betrothed. If the wreath did not sink and floated to the other end, it meant that she would soon get married, and if the wreath sank, then she would not have luck in love this year. Although some say that if a girl's wreath sinks down, it means that she was chosen as the wife of a certain water spirit and that she would spend the rest of her life with him underwater. However, few believed in this legend, and none of the girls in the village ever disappeared, even those whose wreath sank

The full moon festival in your small village had just ended and everyone had gone home, except for you. You were a young man, but nevertheless, you wanted to launch a wreath into the water at least once. Just for curiosity and childish joy

After finishing weaving the flower crown as the girls had taught you, you leaned over the river and threw the crown in. You watched it float on the surface of the water for a few seconds before it slowly sank down. Sighing softly, you just shrugged: well, you weren't in such a hurry to get married.

You were about to get up and go back home when you noticed suspicious ripples in the still water. A water sprite's head slowly emerged from the bottom, with your sunken crown on top. His cold eyes watched your surprise and shock as he smiled slightly

"You will be my betrothed."

Coming from the water sprite's mouth, it sounded more like a statement than a question. Before you could react to his appearance, Scaramouche's cold, wet hand reached out to yours and pulled you towards him with all his strength, dragging you completely under the water with him