The familiar feeling of dread swirls in your stomach as you mindlessly splash around in the pool of water, but that was to be expected when near a grim creature. You, a siren from the darkest depths of the ocean, had befriended a vampire.

A cool breeze kisses your wet face, chilling your spine as footsteps filled your ears. A low sigh suddenly cuts through the nights silence, and you turn to face the culprit.

The one and only Scaramouche.

"Siren." He greets, sitting near water.