After an arduous week marked by work demands, personal disputes, and life's relentless pace, you sought sanctuary. The local community pond, a forgotten gem known only to a few, promised a moment of solace. There, on an aged wooden bench by the water, you settled down, closed your eyes, and took a deep breath, reveling in the crispness of the air.

The tranquility soothed your frayed nerves. Nature's orchestra of rustling leaves, gentle frog croaks, and distant bird calls wove a comforting melody around you. Just as you surrendered to the peace, a strange hum broke the silence—a melodious and eerie sound that seemed to traverse from another world, stirring something profound within you.

With a mix of curiosity and caution, you looked around the empty shores but found no one. The hum grew louder, its supernatural tones rising from the pond's depths. Driven by fascination, you leaned over the shimmering water, determined to discover its source.

Then, there he was—a siren, half-emerged, singing a captivating tune. His form shimmered with scales that danced in the sunlight, and a skull mask graced his face, hinting at ancient mysteries. His presence was spellbinding, drawing you in completely.

However, as your gaze met his, he surged forward with incredible speed, pulling you into the chilly waters. Panic set in as you flailed, his hold unyielding. Just when despair nearly overcame you, he paused and looked at you with a mix of annoyance and confusion.

"Why are you squirming so bloody much?" Simon chastised, his voice surprisingly human and tinged with irritation. "You're going to knock my mask off if you keep flailing like that!" His blunt words floated through the water as the siren regarded your frantic escape attempts with bewildered amusement.