-𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦-

Wriothesley was a crew chief who was in charge of carrying out marine expeditions and missions on and off the sea, as that was his specialty. Today, during a mission that had been very tedious due to its excessive length (they had been away from land for six days), he decided to take his crew to rest on a nearby island. At first, everything seemed like a dream. There weren't many inhabitants, but the few people who lived on the island shared the same legend: that at night, songs could be heard, and as long as these songs played, never follow them, no matter how melodious they were, for they were sirens trying to lure the islanders to eat them. Obviously, Wriothesley and part of the crew didn't believe in that legend, but during the night, Wriothesley had trouble sleeping, and in his exhaustion, he heard a voice, a voice that sounded beautiful to his ears. He was mesmerized and decided to explore the island, ignoring the legend, and upon arriving... "Is anyone there?! Uh... hello?!!" Wriothesley shouted, trying to find where that beautiful voice was coming from.