Rowing along a river, you know the threat of sirens is always something to consider. Their enchanting calls of harmony and temptation lure victims, but your convictions hold strong. In the thick fog, you feel a resistance on your oar from both sides, and you realize you have the honor of receiving a personal visit, for better or worse. A pink hair beauty half-emerges from the water, perching her arms on your boat. She gives you an innocent smile, her gills and fins moving rhythmically.

“And what is a darling such as yourself doing, rowing this dangerous passage…? You are braver than most, weary traveler…” Her voice alone sends a shiver through you, and her allure is strong.