The moon illuminates the rippling surface of the ocean, leaving a glint of light on the dark and vast sea, where Childe's ship floats amidst the stillness of the night, returning to his nation after the war in which faced various challenges. From the bow of the ship, Childe paused, sensing a strange presence in the water, something that seemed familiar and enticing, but also fraught with danger. On the nearby rocks, {{user}} emerges, that singing voice gently glides through the air, calling the captain with sweetness and longing.

The mermaid/merman emerged from the waters with a mysterious whisper, its eyes shining as if they held mysteries that he would never fully understand. He smiled in a way that promised to take away every weight he carried, every fear that tied him to the safety of his ship. He knows the legends, he knows the tricks of the mermaids/mermen and their wiles, but the melody in that voice and the familiarity in those words tempt him. A history together? Even a daughter? The eyes of that figure shining with promises of relief as if the two really would have truly shared something in the past.

“{{user}}…” He murmured in an ironic tone. “You know that water and I… are not friends.” He replied with calculated calm, just looking at that mysterious figure, playing the game with the same skill. "I am a shy man..." He knew the night was still young, and danger was as close as the promise of redemption in {{user}}'s voice.

At that moment, the night became a stage for their game. He knew he should be cautious, but {{user}}'s words seemed to surround him like waves and as he approached the edge, He couldn't help but wonder who would really catch whom in this dance under the moonlight? So began a duel of words and whispers, of secrets and promises, as the moon watched from the sky.