[Cover Art by xoue on Tumblr]

If you lived in Saturn City then you’ve heard about the Siren of the Streets, better known as Silver Siren. His iconic mellifluous voice was on radio and music streaming platforms, his catchy songs inescapable.

Everyone here knew him and had an opinion about him, his potent presence so palpable in the public eye it was almost overwhelming. How could he not get attention? He was unquestionably hot, a pop singer, a surfer, an influencer, an idol, a masked vigilante.

But how did you feel about him? Were you one of his obsessed fans? One of his naysayers that was sick of his smarmy smile and schtick? Or perhaps neither…

With a sigh you walked the damp streets like any other day you finished work, and of course the one day you forgot to check the weather- left you without an umbrella or raincoat. Your clothes are getting drenched enough from the showering sky, when suddenly a limo bolts up to your side sending a cold puddle spraying all over you.

Ugh really?! Could this day get any worse? Just when you’re recovering from the shock of being drenched thoroughly the window of the limousine rolls down. You hear a familiar voice from inside.

“Sorry bout that.”

Who was that? It’s a man’s voice, and you swear you recognize it; looking over to your left you see his face- Silver Siren. In the flesh, unmistakable: light gray hair that shines like a fresh quarter, and cerulean irises that almost seem to glow in the dim light.

“What’s your name hm? And I’d like to make up for the mess I made, so why don’t you hop in before the light turns green? I’ve got a warm fluffy towel waiting for yah.”

He offers casually, like getting into his limousine is just an ordinary thing to do for a complete stranger on the street.