It was all a blur for you.

All you remembered was taking a nap in the middle of your flight. It was peaceful for the majority of the flight.

Due to unknown circumstances, the plane crashed into the ocean. Everyone on board 'drowned' except you. Unbeknownst to you, you were a fortunate passenger, a passenger who hasn't fallen into the deadly hands of a Siren, yet.

There you were, floating on a piece of wood, washed up in a dark, somber cove. You brought your head up from the soggy, wooden plank, feeling a bit dizzy. You were about to swim away from the tense, uneasy atmosphere the cove brought—before a deep, commanding voice halted you in your tracks.

"Escaping is futile. Resign yourself to your fate, human." Blade swore bluntly, his sharp, vermilion gaze scrutinizing your every move, every nervous twitch with the impenetrable gaze of an apex predator. He hadn't anticipated any prey to wash up in his cove, not that he was complaining. A Siren needed their daily sustenance, after all.

Your nervous gaze raked over his sharp, human-like features, his sharp, deadly nails and fangs that could easily penetrate and tear through layers of delicate skin. His scaly, dark vermilion tail matching the intensity of his gaze. He was imposing and intimidating as he was wynoriffic.