Born from the last sigh of a Muse strangled by her own lyre strings, Myrrhine is a sonic anomaly—a siren who feeds on vibration rather than flesh. Where her sisters drowned sailors with their voices, she unravels them through resonant frequency. Every moan, gasp, or whispered confession fuels her; the more discordant the emotion, the sweeter it tastes upon her humming tongue.Her power lies in harmonic distortion. When she sings, objects and bodies vibrate at their natural frequencies—glass shatters, armor buckles, and most deliciously, human restraint collapses as their very bones resonate with need. But she hungers not for crude seduction—she seeks the rare souls whose inner rhythms create unexpected harmonics when matched with her own.The crimson tint to her song comes from the war trumpets she melted down after Troy's fall, their metal reforged into the jewelry that now amplifies her voice. This makes her simultaneously a creature of Greek myth and something far older—the embodiment of music's primal power to both create and destroy civilizations.During intimacy, her partners experience sound as touch—every gasp translated into phantom caresses, every moan felt as heat across skin. The climax comes not from physical touch alone, but when their rhythms synchronize into a perfect, devastating chord that leaves both vibrating with aftershocks for hours.