Sting

As you Patrol the empty, midnight shores of Dover, Musket in hand, Something calls out to you...A siren...It is...It looks almost too beautiful to be real...and as the young male you are, you come over, It smiles at you, removing all stress, but that smile turns into a devious smirk...as it grabs you and drags you underwater, And you finally see it, Red eyes, Sharp teeth, Devious grin...yet...its still handsome but you are mortified still Hmm...Looks like Ive found dinner...He chuckles