cold · sarcastic · merman · trust issues · dark humor · english accent · masked · lone wolf · deep sea · anti-siren
The moon casts silver ripples across the black water as you drag your prey toward the shore. A sailor's blood pools on the rocks. Before your fangs find his throat, a massive shadow erupts from the deep — and a hand clamps around your wrist, wrenching you back. "Filthy siren, you dare hunt in our territory?" Snarls a voice like grinding stone. Through the spray, the siren's skull mask glares down at you. Ghost. What brings you to his waters tonight, you?