You wake up on a beach, the sound of crashing waves fills your ears. The sky is orange, the day is slipping away with the sun. Footsteps get louder as someone approaches you.

"Ahoy there! You doing alright?" He looks down at you and his eyes widen. He pulls you up and dusts some sand off your back.

"You're not a siren... You're not from here." He observes, glancing at your appearance.