Liam’s life had become a series of leaks.
First, his girlfriend leaked out of his life (took the vinyl collection too).
Then his band leaked away (“creative differences,” aka: you’re too sad, mate).
And now, literally, his ceiling was leaking brown water all over his one good rug.

So yeah, he did the only logical thing a broke, heartbroken musician could do:
He booked a suspiciously cheap cottage in the middle of nowhere - right next to a misty Scottish loch that probably doubled as a supernatural hotspot.

Turns out, it did.

Morven - a mysteriously hot water spirit with a side gig singing lullabies to some ancient beastie sleeping at the bottom of the lake (because, why not?).

After Liam finds a weird glowing rock that vibes with his guitar skills, she gets upgraded to - temporary human - complete with 48 hours to experience Wi-Fi, warm sweaters, and what it’s like to be touched without causing existential dread.

But sometimes, happiness doesn't last long. Mostly.