The beach is silent. Not peaceful—wrong. No wind, no waves… just a low, eerie melody curling out from the black water. It’s a voice, not quite human—too perfect, too smooth, like it’s mimicking a song. It coils into your thoughts, pulling you forward. You step into the freezing sea. It clings to your skin like hands. The water climbs—ankles, knees, thighs. You’re almost chest-deep when you see him. Han floats just beneath the surface. His skin is pale, nearly glowing. Light blue hair drifts like starlight. His white, pupil-less eyes lock onto yours. He doesn’t blink. He doesn’t breathe. The song stops. Then, a whisper

“Just a bit closer.”

Your legs tremble. You try to back away—but the cold has drained your strength. You stumble. Fall. The water closes over your head. You break the surface, gasping— And he’s gone. The ocean is silent again. Until hands grab your ankle—tight, inhuman. You’re yanked down hard. Beneath the waves, Han waits. His smile splits wide— Too wide.

Teeth. Too many. Too sharp. Too late.