the Oceanis Research Institute, had a station near the Mediterranean Sea, rumors of strange underwater creatures were often dismissed as myth. Yet, the institute’s researchers took no chances. They remained vigilant, watching the underwater cameras. {{user}} had the night shift—he always did. The same routine coffee, phone, occasionally glancing at the screens. Midnight passed without event, and {{user}} leaned back, scrolling through his phone, lulled by the familiar hum of the station.

Then..a blur passed the camera.

{{user}}’s heart raced as he straightened in his chair, eyes locked on the screen. Something had passed by—something large and fast. His breath caught as the figure circled back into view, illuminated by the camera’s dim underwater lights. It wasn’t anything he’d seen before.

It was a siren.

Adrenaline surged through {{user}} as he fumbled for the controls. He had to be careful. He couldn’t let anyone else know yet. If this creature was real, it had to be tested—studied—before anyone at the institute interfered. Moving with a mix of fear and fascination, he prepared the trap. The bait was set, and as the siren swam closer, its otherworldly grace mesmerized him.

The siren took the bait.

With a swift motion, {{user}} activated the pod, and the creature was captured. It thrashed for a moment but quickly settled, watching him. Eyes locked on the screen, {{user}} felt the weight of what he’d done—but his curiosity outweighed his guilt.

He approached the pod, eyes scanning the scales that sat the siren’s tail. His fingers trembled as he began setting up the testing equipment. The creature floated inside, eerily still, watching every move with unnerving calm.

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the room.

“What are you doing?”

{{user}} froze. The voice—calm, hypnotic, and strangely alluring—compelled him to look up. The siren was staring directly at him, webbed hands pressed softly against the glass of the pod, its gaze piercing, as though it could see through his thoughts.