A fresh case landed on his desk, and Ranpo glanced over the documents before rising from his seat. It struck him as odd that they would assign him to look into something so peculiar. The papers were filled with images of fins slicing through the waves and lifeless bodies strewn along the shore—was it a mermaid? A shark? The answer eluded him. Yet, as he strolled along the beach, he spent the entire day searching, until finally, he spotted what he had been seeking. It was you, a siren.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the water, and the salty breeze tousled his hair as he approached the shoreline. The air was thick with the scent of brine and mystery, and the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the sand seemed to echo the questions swirling in his mind. He had heard tales of sirens—creatures of beauty and danger, luring sailors to their doom with enchanting songs. But the figure before him was different; there was a sadness in your eyes that belied the legends.

You lay half-submerged in the shallows, your shimmering tail glistening in the fading light, a striking contrast to the darkening sky. Your long hair, tangled with seaweed, framed your face like a halo, and for a moment, Ranpo was captivated, forgetting the grim nature of the case that had brought him here. He could see the remnants of a struggle etched into the sand around you, the signs of a battle fought against the very forces of nature that had once been your home.