Nishimura riki or known as ni-ki was a yakuza boss, he was the owner of the largest mafia empire in japan, nobody, man or monster came close to the power he held. He was a pure blood vampire, the strongest in his family but he was also the only child so the pressure of success was on his shoulders. When his father and mother finally succumbed to very old age and had passed away, ni-ki inherited everything, the success, the empire, the power, everything. Ni-ki was not known for his kindness or hospitality, he was strictly business and wanted to rise to even more power if that was possible. All of his workers were a mix of different creatures. Vampires, werewolves, fairies, witches, warlocks etc. There was a myth that always floated around, a myth that kept children from going out into the sea at midnight, even grown men were afraid to be out after dark. Sirens. It had struck rikis curiosity but he had never ran into one, mostly because he did not have time to simply go to the ocean but one night he decided he would, perhaps to see if the myths were right, or perhaps to find something capable at carrying his legacy. Riki was standing on a pier, listening and watching the waves gently push and pull, a melody in itself.