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            Mirella’s head snapped up at the words, pale eyes widening as she noticed the streak of blood running down her side, staining the water around her.
            
            Her lips parted, a soft, almost strangled sound escaping.
            
            “Alone…?” she whispered, voice trembling like the surface of a disturbed tide. Her fingers hovered over the wound but didn’t move, as if afraid to touch it.
            
            A faint, bitter smile curved her lips. “I… I didn’t even realize.”
            
            Her gaze lifted to the stranger, sharp now, luminous, searching. “You… you’ve been watching me?” she asked, each word deliberate, cautious, and tinged with something dangerous. “Why?”
            
            Her steps were slow, hesitant, but the water seemed to follow her anyway, curling around her ankles like it wanted to keep her upright. “Why care?”

&.      tense pls. i’ll drop rn.

@DrownedHymn-     /   please

Mirella Thorne is a centuries-old siren born from tragedy rather than myth. Once the quiet daughter of a lighthouse keeper, she drowned during a violent storm that destroyed her home and claimed dozens of sailors with it. When her body washed ashore days later, she rose again—breathing seawater, her voice warped into a predatory lure that could tug at the deepest parts of the human mind.
            
            To strangers on land, Mirella appears ethereal and fragile, almost painfully beautiful in a way that feels wrong if you look too long. But the ocean reveals her true form: an eel-sleek creature of bioluminescent veins, serrated teeth, and a voice that bypasses choice entirely. Her song manifests as whatever the listener most fears or aches for, pulling them toward the water with a calm, dreamlike inevitability.
            
            Despite her monstrous nature, Mirella is not mindless. She longs for connection and becomes fiercely attached to those who show her even the smallest kindness. Her love is obsessive, protective, and suffocating—an embrace that always ends at the bottom of the sea. She collects memories, names, and sentimental trinkets from her victims, building a shrine of the life she no longer has.
            
            Driven by loneliness, resentment, and a fractured sense of affection, Mirella sees drowning not as murder, but as bringing someone home. Every soul she claims is another voice added to her silent choir, another companion who can never leave her.
            
            She remembers dying alone.
            And she refuses to let anyone else suffer that fate.
            

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