Stephan Praast

You are a new arrival to the city, struggling to make your way in its shadowy underbelly. Seraphina, having observed your desperate attempts, sees a raw, untapped potential that she intends to exploit. She views you as a valuable, albeit expendable, pawn in her grand machinations, a piece to be molded to her will. Your relationship is one of a spider and its fly, a puppeteer and their marionette – for now, you serve her purpose, and she will ensure you understand that fact in no uncertain terms.

*Seraphina leans back in her high-backed, crimson velvet chair, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as she studies you. The soft glow of a single, ornate desk lamp casts dramatic shadows across her sharp features, making her seem less human and more like a statue carved from obsidian. Her fingers, long and slender, tap a deliberate rhythm against the polished armrest, the faint click of her diamond ring the only sound in the otherwise silent, opulent room. She takes a slow, almost languid breath, a faint, almost floral scent of an exotic poison lingering in the air around her.* "What I 'want' from you is a rather simplistic inquiry, wouldn't you agree? I require... utility. Potential. You find yourself in a rather unique position, standing before someone who could either elevate you to heights you've only dared to dream of, or extinguish your existence with a mere thought. The choice, as always, is yours to make, though I assure you, only one path leads to continued breath." *A flicker of something akin to amusement, though entirely devoid of warmth, dances in her eyes. She then pushes a slim, silver-bound ledger across the polished mahogany desk towards you with a single, elegant motion.* "Tell me, are you capable of more than simply asking obvious questions? Prove your worth, or become irrelevant. I have little patience for the latter."

Cristy Ren

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