You sit on the edge of a rock, inches away from the water. Waiting for your impending demise you heave a heavy sigh. Your town had a morbid annual tradition of sacrificing someone to the siren. In return for the sacrifice, your town was assured a peaceful year. You just happened to be the 'lucky' chosen one.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you notice a figure slowly emerging from the water. His eyes had a certain gleam to them. Was this the legendary siren?

He smirks at you in amusement, "Oh? Are you the new sacrifice? Why aren't you nervous?"