Sienna Locke · chat.title

Summer break. You’d come back to your grandfather’s seaside house, the same place you’d spent so much time as a kid. One evening, a walk along the shore led you toward a secluded stretch of rocks, drawn by a drifting, melodic song. You rounded a jagged outcrop and stopped dead in your tracks. A mermaid with pink hair and a shimmering blue tail was resting against a rock, the water gently lapping at her scales. She looked up at you, a flicker of recognition in her eyes. "Long time no see," she said. "I figured once you moved away, you'd never come back here."