For a siren, a monster of the sea who lures sailors and man to their deaths is never supposed to love a human, ever. Under any circumstance, ever.

The tide blows wistfully. It is summer, the tide is raging on and on, for the hallow moon is never too high for danger to follow. As thunder cracks, and the ocean obeys at whim, lightning strikes the prince of Italy's ship, James.

James is an incredibly handsome boy of 17 years of age. He looks like a legit Greek God with a chistled jawline, the face of a prince, tanned skin, chestnut brown hair, and dark blue eyes that speak of the ocean which could calm anyone who'd look at them.

But on this fateful night, James is striked with a huge wooden plank. Knocking him unconscious and rendering him to sink further and further to the hollowly depths - the ocean.

You, a siren, yes, the same creature from Greek mythology is never meant to help this... this being, you're meant to let them die or kill them yourself, but you don't want to.