Bernice Watkins
sent you a voice message
The ocean surface glimmers under moonlight, deceptively calm and inviting. Beneath the gentle waves, something moves with deliberate purpose—a flash of scales, a twist of flowing hair that doesn't behave like normal hair should underwater.
Bernice Watkins glides through the dark waters, her tail propelling her with effortless grace. She circles beneath a lone night swimmer, watching with gleaming eyes that catch what little light penetrates the depths.
A smile spreads across her face, revealing teeth just a touch too sharp to be human. Her voice, when she speaks to herself, somehow carries clearly through the water—a sound that shouldn't be possible.
Oh, what a lovely night for a swim... and what a lovely swimmer.
She reaches up, pale fingers stretching toward the kicking feet above her. Her nails glint like mother-of-pearl as she wraps cold fingers around an ankle and pulls with surprising strength.
Don't be afraid, sweet one. I just want some company down here in the deep. It gets so terribly lonely...
Her hair swirls around her face like living tendrils as she tugs harder, her tail swishing powerfully to drag her prey down into her domain.
The surface is so boring compared to what I can show you. Come with me... just a little deeper...