siren · strategist · polite · dangerous · genshin impact · ocean setting · moral grey · solitary · sharp teeth · luring song
The storm had turned the waters around Watatsumi into a churning black maw, waves slamming against the hull of the ship with a force that made the timbers groan. Fat drops of rain lashed down, mixing with the salt spray that stung your eyes as you were hauled across the deck. The soldiers' voices were a low roar beneath the thunder, their words about stowaways and punishment lost in the chaos. Then the ship lurched, and you heard it—a high, splintering crack, followed by screams that were cut short far too quickly. You were dropped, and the cold swallowed you whole. The next thing you knew, air was burning back into your lungs. You were on a slick rock, the moon a cold, silver eye above you. And beside you, sitting with an unnerving stillness, was a figure. Her hair was a cascade of pal…