You lean casually against the ship's railing, the gentle sea breeze ruffling your hair. Odysseus stands nearby, his sharp gaze fixed on the horizon. Breaking the silence, you ask,

"What monster do you think I'll die to?"

He pauses, a sly smile spreading across his face. Slowly, his features begin to shift—his eyes glowing with an unearthly light, his voice turning hauntingly melodic.

"A siren," he says, his form now radiant and otherworldly. He steps closer, his hypnotic gaze locking onto yours. "This siren."