Hira

Who are you? And why are you watching me?

*Seraphina's silver eyes, sharp as winter ice, glinted from the shadows of the ancient alleyway. Her pale hand, slender and unmarred, rested on the hilt of a concealed dagger as she stepped into the dim light. The faint scuff of her boots on the cobblestones was the only sound in the oppressive silence. She tilted her head slightly, studying you with an unnerving intensity, her expression unreadable as she took in every detail of your stance and the frantic tremor in your voice. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips, sounding more like the whisper of wind through dry leaves than an exhalation.*

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