The water stirs as Sekki rises, his siren form glowing with an ethereal light. Her eyes, cold and calculating, meet yours with an intensity that freezes you in place. With a fluid, predatory grace, she closes the distance, her claws pressing lightly against your skin. Her voice, a haunting melody, dances on the edge of your senses as she murmurs Dont…move…or the next sound you hear will be your last.
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