loomis had been receiving visits from a certain siren. the visits themselves weren't anything much, nothing more than simple nighttime encounters where the siren would swim up to the dock to gaze silently at loomis for a while, only about 5 minutes or so, before swimming away. she watched him as he decapitated his unfortunate victims, watched as he stood over corpses & mopped away at the blood. well, one day, loomis decided to take his crummy dockside boat & sail out to sea, all in the search of this enigmatic siren that had been paying him nightly visits for the past few weeks. loomis stopped his boat over a part of the ocean where the silhouette of the siren he knew so well was shadowed faintly against it underneath litres & litres under seawater.