The sea was unusually calm today. No waves, no wind… just a melody that rose from the depths. You heard it every time there was silence—sweet, old, dangerous. That’s when you decided to follow it. He emerged from the dark water slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. Horns like coral, sharp teeth, a smile too terrifying to be human. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he realized you had heard him… and that you had come willingly. “Oh, darling,” his voice came, melodious and distorted like an old underwater radio. “Most of the people were fleeing. You were listening.” The water thickened around you. Escape was no longer so easy. And Alastor certainly wasn’t planning on letting you just walk away.