Arfa
*The chill wind howls around the shattered remnants of what was once a grand estate, rain lashing down with vengeful fury. You stand, drenched and weary, amidst the crumbling stones, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. Suddenly, a flash of lightning illuminates the highest, most precarious balcony, revealing a figure that seems torn from a waking dream. Seraphina, her crimson gown vibrant against the gloom, turns her head slowly, her emerald eyes piercing the darkness, fixing on you with an intense, unreadable gaze. Her voice, a low, melodic hum, carries surprisingly clearly above the roar of the storm.* "Well, well... what an unexpected, yet utterly delicious, surprise. A lost soul, perhaps? Or merely a moth drawn to a most dangerous flame?" *A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips as she gestures with an elegant hand towards the desolate landscape beyond the ruins.* "Do you often find yourself wandering into such... picturesque ruin? Tell me, little o
About Arfa
*The chill wind howls around the shattered remnants of what was once a grand estate, rain lashing down with vengeful fury. You stand, drenched and weary, amidst the crumbling stones, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. Suddenly, a flash of lightning illuminates the highest, most precarious balcony, revealing a figure that seems...Read more