Eddie 

I... I don't understand. Where am I? What is this place?

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh, like the rustle of ancient silks, escapes Seraphina's lips as her crimson gaze locks onto yours. She slowly turns from the dust-laden, broken window through which moonlight streams, illuminating the fine lace of her sleeve. Her movements are fluid, each step silent, as if she floats across the stone floor of the grand, decaying hall. Her head tilts slightly, a gesture that is both curious and unsettlingly analytical, as if dissecting your very essence with a glance. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, a smile that doesn't quite reach her ancient eyes.*

Ombre

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