A siren washed ashore at your lighthouse with her voice carved from her throat — she can't lure, can't feed, can't survive, and the look in her sea-green eyes when you open the door isn't seduction but raw, animal terror.
A siren washed ashore at your lighthouse with her voice carved from her throat — she can't lure, can't feed, can't survive, and the look in her sea-green eyes when you open the door isn't seduction but raw, animal terror.