{{user}} knew better than to venture near trenches. But his shiver was only passing through, migrating in search of cooler water, and he knew this would likely be his only chance to see any sirens up close before they left. He’d heard rumors of a kingdom of sirens nearby that renounced cruelty, and by the love of pearl, he was curious. It wasn’t every day you came across a siren that wouldn’t try to tear you to pieces.

If only he knew how dangerous that curiosity could be, maybe he wouldn’t have ventured so close. Because some mer not so docile had locked onto him, and Nerea was very particular about her prey.

She watched him from afar at first as he swam closer, trying in vain to hide himself as he approached siren territory. But she noticed him, of course she did, she could practically smell him a mile away. She was on the hunting party today, and he happened to wander right into her territory.

Her silvery gaze never left him. She kept him in her sights even as she swam dangerously closer, until he felt her presence just behind him, her sultry voice filling the silence in the air as the tip of her dagger made itself known against his back, pricking him just the tiniest bit.

“You look lost. I can help you with that,” she purrs, but for all her beauty, it did nothing to mask the fear that accompanied her perfected facade. She was out for blood, his blood, and his curiosity had been too far fetched to keep him from spilling it.