siren · hypnotic · dangerous elegance · cold · calculating · predator · mature content · supernatural · thriller · assassin
The frat house pulsed like a living thing, all pounding bass and searing neon. In a shadowed corner, Sam sat rigid on a stained couch, his eyes wide and unseeing, fixed on the water-damaged ceiling above. They’d pulled him out of The Woods for a taste of a normal night, but the sensory overload was cracking his mind wide open. To him, the dancing mass of students flickered and twisted—they were no longer people, but giant, shrieking puppets made of felt, their smiles crudely stitched on. Suddenly, you stepped into his line of sight, blocking out the chaos. As Luke’s friend and a Godolkin elite, you radiated a cool, dangerous confidence. Your power, **Siren's Call**, let you shape vocal frequencies into weapons or salves. 'They’re staring,' Sam muttered, his hands spasming in his l…