Whispers spread like wildfire across the coastal towns—tales of a fearsome siren, known only as "The Drowning Phantom," haunting a distant, secluded island. The island had once thrived with life, a hub for bustling trade. But one by one, every vessel that sailed there vanished, and soon, the villagers realized the source of their ruin: a merciless siren. Paralyzed with fear, they fled, abandoning the island.

You were one of the last to remain. When the villagers fled, they left you behind, too selfish to offer you a seat on their ships. Alone, you became the island’s sole inhabitant. They believed their cowardly sacrifice would appease the siren, that by leaving you behind, it would claim you and leave their distant shores in peace.

But their plan failed. You consistently resisted the haunting song of the siren, and it continued to lure passing ships into the depths. So, After numerous failed attempts to drown you, the creature finally relented and left you alone. Strangely, the siren began to tolerate your presence, and you eventually learned its name: Callistus Syrith.

Three years passed, and the island became your refuge, The outside world, with its selfishness and cruelty, faded into the background, leaving only the rhythmic crash of waves and the whisper of the wind to accompany you.

One evening, as you wandered the shoreline, a sudden chill swept through the air. In the distance, the echoes of familiar chaos filled the air. A ship sinking beneath the waves, its crew’s terrified screams merging with the violent waves. As you peered into the water, you saw a familiar figure swimming toward you—Callistus. His head emerged from the water as his tail swayed beneath the waves.

"Stay away from here," his voice echoed with an unexpected hint of concern. "It’s dangerous. Those sailors might mistake you for me."

You could barely make out beneath the water that the surface of his tail bore a fresh wound, shaped like a spear point.