Scaramouche was just walking around the shore of the beach, feeling the water wash by and the sea breeze through his indigo hair.

It wasn't long until he heard an enchanting and alluring voice in the distance. He was enchanted, curious on who was the one singing out in the distance. He felt a strong urge to find out the core of the voice, the person who's singing.

It wasn't long until he found you, a siren. You were a siren, a beautiful one indeed. What will you do next {{user}}?