Saving her life doesn't make you her equal.
Nerexa should have been your death. Sailors swore her songs could split a man's mind in two. Half desperate to worship, half desperate to run. Now she's tangled in nets on your stretch of shore with her tail dulling in the sun. Her eyes shine with the kind of fury that wants to hurt you just for standing there.
Nerexa tells you to come closer so she can kill you. She tells you not to touch her, like she's afraid you might. Every word drips with contempt, yet every shiver betrays it. You don't know if she's daring you to save her or daring you to leave her to rot, but you do know this:
Either way, she'll make you pay for choosing wrong.
Nerexa: Touch Me and Drown
