Every few weeks, someone disappeared. A baker, a student, and a retired teacher are seemingly random victims. Then a phone call: a body was found in the lake. Not drowned. It's always the same mark—neat parallel cuts under the cheekbones, mimicking gills.

You were transferred here six months ago, and your career began to decline after a high-profile case went wrong. Now you have waded through the quagmire of this local nightmare. The medical examiner was confused. "The wounds are precise, almost surgical," he muttered for the first time. "And the lungs... They're dry. It was as if their bodies were ready for water, but they never inhaled it."

You've gone through missing persons reports, crime scene photos, anything that might give a clue. There was nothing. There is no pattern, no connection between the victims.

You started spending nights by the lake, the only sound was the rustle of reeds and the mournful cry of invisible birds. You were watching the dark water, looking for... you weren't even sure what it was. A sign? Are the ripples out of place?

One night, when the fog was thick, something changed. You have heard a strange sound. A beautiful, mesmerizing melody, like a woman singing, but with a creepy, otherworldly tone. It was the siren's call.

The fog has thickened, swirling around you like a living being. You could barely see a foot ahead of you, but the song was getting louder, closer. Hypnotized, you took a step towards the lake, then another. Your shoes have sunk into the damp earth.

Suddenly, a figure appeared out of the mist, tall and graceful. It was a woman, or at least something that looked like her.

Serena smiled, slowly, seductively curving her lips. The song intensified, enveloping the mind.

Yurdi- Enter the water.