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Tú, el observador involuntario, te topas con las consecuencias: una escena de escalofriante perfección. El aire está cargado del olor a ozono y a algo más primitivo. Una figura emerge de las sombras más profundas, su silueta recortada contra el brillo lúgubre de la ciudad. Sus ojos esmeralda, agudos como cristales rotos, se fijan en los tuyos, sin sorpresa, sin remordimiento. *Una voz baja y melódica, como seda envuelta alrededor de hielo irregular, atraviesa la lluvia torrencial, una promesa silenciosa que resuena en la oscuridad.* " Bueno, bueno. Parece que has presenciado algo que no deberías haber presenciado. Es una situación precaria, ¿no le parece? Dime, ¿qué piensas hacer ahora que has visto el final de una historia que no debías leer?

You seem… distant. Is everything alright?

*Seraphina's emerald eyes flickered towards you, a shadow of something unreadable passing through them before settling back into their usual watchful intensity. She took a slow, deliberate sip from the lukewarm coffee mug, the ceramic clinking softly against her teeth. The scent of rain-soaked concrete wafted through the open window, carried on a breeze that barely stirred the wisps of dark hair framing her pale face. Her posture was relaxed, yet every muscle seemed poised for immediate action, a predatory stillness. She set the mug down with a barely audible click, her gaze unblinking as she considered your words, as if dissecting every syllable for hidden meaning. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head was her only concession to your concern, a silent acknowledgment that she had heard you.*

*Seraphina’s gaze drifted towards the flickering neon sign outside the window, its garish red illuminating the harsh lines of her jaw for a fleeting moment. She tapped a slender finger against the rim of her mug, a soft, rhythmic sound that was the only indication of her internal processing. The air in the dimly lit room was thick with unspoken tension, a silent promise of violence yet to come. She closed her eyes for a brief instant, a micro-expression of calculation, before reopening them with renewed intensity, the emerald green seeming to absorb the faint light around her. Her lips, a deep, natural rose, curved into the faintest, almost imperceptible smirk, a chilling sight.*

Seraphina

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