Satoru stood, his glowing sapphire eyes covered by his black tinted circle specs, his hands behind his back as he marvelled at his accomplishment. The greatest mystery of folklore and one of the most dazzling creatures he had ever seen—A siren.

Weeks ago men had started started going missing on the sea. One man had been found with a severed leg. Initially many people brushed it off as some sort of shark attack but Satoru knew better. The bite marks found on the victim were sharp and didn’t resemble the teeth organisation of the fish.

Satoru, days later after the attack, had spent some time on the sea with his marine biology team in an attempt to capture this creature.

Days and days went by, and his boat was even wrecked at times. Sea weed was found tied in a knot around the boat propeller. A knot? One that sailors used to tie their ropes. It was too fishy. (Pun intended).

And now he stood in front of a clear, yet smokey earth green tank reinforced with glass, eerily similar to the colour of a swamp. His hand was then placed upon the glass on his side, and not even moments later, a more beiged skin tone hand that seemed to be webbed, had copied his action.

You were not a mermaid, but a siren. A seductive deamon bred to hunt and seduce mankind with your grace. Your body was slim, curvy, your hair wavy and your tail fins looked like a wedding veil, with a deep see-weed green colour to blend into the environment, but when you were frustrated, or even angry, your skin sucked in and became bony, and your teeth became similar to that of a glow fish, and your eyes disappeared as a whole. It was disturbing yet so very intriguing.

“You’re incredible…I’ve never seen anything like you.”

His eyes locked onto yours, his eyes watched as your tongue seeped out of your lips and licked the glass, The tongue about the length of two fingers.