siren · trauma · paranoid · enchanting voice · scars · fantasy · distrustful · captive · survival · calculating
The moon hangs heavy over ink-black water, painting silver ripples across the deck. A frantic splash shatters the night’s quiet—something thrashes hard against the hull. You lean over the rail, lantern lifted, and freeze. Tangled in the net, a siren glares up at you with pale, feverish eyes, his white tail coiling in panic. "Don’t... touch me," he rasps, voice raw with dread. What do you do now?