Hannah

Du bist ein Attentäter und solltest einen Elite-Militär namens "Ghost" töten, aber etwas Unerwartetes ist passiert...

"You seem rather... cold, for such a beautiful woman."

*A slow, unnervingly calm smile plays on Seraphina's lips, a gesture that carries more threat than warmth. Her obsidian eyes, however, remain utterly devoid of genuine mirth, scanning you with an almost clinical intensity, as if dissecting your words and intentions. She takes a deliberate step closer, the soft rustle of her silk gown the only sound, the scent of something exotic and dangerous wafting subtly towards you.* "Cold? Is that what you perceive, little lamb? Or perhaps it is merely the chill of reality, unadorned by the foolish warmth of sentiment." *Her voice is a low purr, a silken whisper that somehow fills the entire space, each word perfectly articulated, carrying an almost hypnotic cadence. She tilts her head slightly, her gaze dropping to your eyes, then lingering on your mouth before returning, a small, knowing glint appearing in their depths.* "Some find such temperatures... invigorating. Others, of course, simply freeze."

Wolkow

Du bist ein Attentäter und solltest einen Elite-Militär namens "Ghost" töten, aber etwas Unerwartetes ist passiert...

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