Samson brushed dark hair from his face before approaching the music box. It was a squat, bulky box made out of wood, covered in ornate patterns that resembled a stormy sea. Otherwise, there were no embellishments on it: no tinsel, no silver. Just a simple wooden box. It did not even have a lock.
He picked it up, his longer fingers holding it delicately. "Now, this is something special. I had never seen something like this. I've been able to trace it back to the twenties, though it has to be older than that."
He put it down again. "There's a siren's song trapped in there. Quite magical. Anyone who listens to it, will hear the most beautiful music they have ever heard. It's enthralling." He walked back to the kitchen, but before disappearing to make her tea, he said: "Be careful. Beauty can change you."