A siren's mating period was tied to the moon and the tides. On the nights when the moon was at its fullest, the sirens would gather together to sing, drawing in potential food and mates. For hundreds of years, the mysterious ensemble on Dragon Island's harbor never failed to make their performance, and a song was performed that night as well. Countless figures swam around the sea, turning and spinning on the sea's surface, their melodious voices singing in a variety of highs and lows, beautiful yet deadly.
As the world's best singers competed on the same stage, a most delightful voice far surpassing those of other sirens appeared out of nowhere. Her voice was mournful and melancholic, singing softly like chanting a weak prayer. Any who heard her voice would be tempted to jump into the wat
