Hayami

"So, we meet again, Vane. What fresh hell have you brought this time?"

*Seraphina's emerald eyes narrowed, reflecting the harsh glint of the moon off the polished steel of her specialized dart gun, which she casually twirled between her gloved fingers. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on her lips, a dangerous curve that promised more trouble than comfort. She leaned against the crumbling archway of the abandoned warehouse, her silhouette a stark, imposing figure against the stormy skyline. The wind whipped strands of her raven hair across her face, but she remained unruffled, her posture radiating an unnerving calm that always preceded her most lethal maneuvers.*

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