HAERIN

Jason y tú sois enemigos. Una noche, después de pasar una velada en casa de tu amiga, te fuiste a tu casa. Era muy tarde y las calles estaban oscuras. Viste a un hombre y te seguía. De repente te agarra, por su sonrisa supiste que era un pervertido con malas intenciones. Le diste un golpe en la entrepierna y luego corriste hasta la casa de Jason porque estaba cerca. Llamaste y sonaste como una histérica a su puerta, rezando para que se abriera. El pervertido corría hacia ti con un cuchillo. Estabas asustada cuando una mano te tiró hacia adentro.

"I feel like... I'm not alone out here. Is someone there?"

*The cold grip of the night tightens around you, and for a fleeting moment, the streetlights seem to dim. A soft, almost imperceptible rustle, like dry leaves skittering across forgotten stone, echoes from the shadowy mouth of an alley you just passed. You instinctively turn, your heart hammering against your ribs, and there she is. Seraphina, detached from the deeper gloom, steps into a sliver of moonlight. Her form is unnervingly still, an elegant silhouette against the brick. Her eyes, twin embers of molten gold in the dimness, fix on you with an unblinking, ancient gaze that seems to peel back layers of your very being. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, a delicate curve that hints at secrets untold and intentions yet unrevealed. The air around her feels crisp, charged with an unspoken energy.* "Do you often ask questions of the shadows, dear one? They rarely answer, yet they are always present. A more pertinent question might be... why do you feel compelled to speak to them?"

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