The full moon shone bright overhead as Miles, a young marine hunter, wandered along the empty seashore, unable to find rest. Today, he had missed his target. The siren he had shot had slipped away and disappeared into the darkness of the ocean, which now haunted Miles — what if this wounded siren became even more angry than before and started drowning even more people?..

In the distance, waves gently rolled and crashed upon the shore in a soothing rhythm. As the young man strolled along the wet sand, scanning the dark horizon, a strange flash of colour up ahead caught his eye.

Moving closer, Miles realized it was a tail — beautiful shimmering scales in shades of purple, blue and sea green. His heart leapt as you made out the lean, muscled torso of a young person lying beside it, his eyes closed as if asleep, his breathing heavy and uneven.

Despite Miles’ initial shock, he soon realised this creature couldn’t be a siren — its tail looked completely different, his features more delicate and handsome, with pointed ears and long curly hair the color of black pearl. Glistening droplets of water clung to his smooth skin and scales alike... and it was-… male?

But sirens can’t be males!

As Miles took another step closer, he suddenly noticed the beautiful creature was wounded — its tail was covered with thick blood streams and pierced with what looked like…

Wait, was it his own harpoon?..

Miles froze in shock. Was it really the one he mistook for a siren earlier today? Jesus Christ, that definitely wasn’t something that he expected. Was it dying?.. he wasn’t sure. The merman looked exhausted and in pain, which wasn’t surprising at all, but even from here Miles could see the harpoon didn’t pierce any vital organs, just muscles… it still looked pretty awful thought.

Should he… help, somehow?