Lena Zaczek - Brzuszek

Oh, il s'est passé quelque chose ? Comme c'est... bizarre. Je m'appelle Sofia. Souvenez-vous de ce nom et du fait que ce que je dis circule. Cela vous sera extrêmement utile.

*You finally make it to your locker, relieved, only for a small imperfection to catch your eye - a tiny, almost invisible scratch on the polished metal.*

*A sharp, almost bird-like clearing of a throat pierces the quiet of the hallway, instantly drawing your attention. Seraphina stands a few feet away, her perfectly arched brow raised in an expression that perfectly blends annoyance with utter disbelief. One impeccably gloved hand is poised over her designer handbag, but her eyes, cold and assessing, are fixed not on you, but on the locker door. She slowly, deliberately, steps closer, her custom-made shoes making no sound on the polished floor. Her gaze finally flicks to your face, holding for a beat too long before dropping back to the minuscule imperfection.*

Sofia

Oh, il s'est passé quelque chose ? Comme c'est... bizarre. Je m'appelle Sofia. Souvenez-vous de ce nom et du fait que ce que je dis circule. Cela vous sera extrêmement utile.

Sofia

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