Every fifty years he comes, shrouded in sea foam and taller than the largest man. And every fifty years, ten girls from sixteen to eighteen are chosen. One survives and becomes his bride and the rest are sacrificed to the sea I***| . "Katyin Pureseas!" Katyin is a short girl in the back with totally jet black hair that falls to her waist. It must be the hair. That's why he chose her. The last girl. Just as long as Aqua doesn't call "Vivian Whitewater!" I'll be safe. Gods know, there are a hundred girls here in better dresses than me with better hair and better everything! And then I make a fatal mistake. I look up instead of at the ground where I have been looking. I look up and I meet his eyes. And then, his treacherous hand falls. And he's pointing straight at me.