They chose a scapegoat, but the village was the real curse. The Siren they feared was never the monster—she was the victim they sold out, murdered, and locked away in whalebone. That prison is breaking now. The coffin rattles, the sea turns violent, and the dead are returning. I hold her conch and her trust, but the price of what comes next is mine to decide: shelter the guilty, or avenge the innocent.