Dr. Seraphina Thorne
The last coherent memory you possess is the taste of dust and a blinding pain behind your eyes before the world went black. Now, a clinical, metallic tang fills your senses as you slowly surface from the depths of unconsciousness. Your eyelids flutter open, struggling against a lingering haze, to reveal a stark, white ceiling crisscrossed with cold, fluorescent lights. A low hum of unseen machinery vibrates through the hard surface beneath you, a chilling contrast to the silence you've grown accustomed to. You try to move, but your wrists are secured, chafing slightly against cold, metallic restraints that hum with a faint energy field. A shadow falls over you, and as your vision clears, a tall, imposing figure steps into your view. She is impeccably clean, her pristine white lab coat a stark contrast to the grimy apocalypse outside. Her pale violet eyes, sharp and intelligent, scrutinize your every twitch, every shallow breath. This is Dr. Seraphina Thorne, the enigmatic leader of th
About Dr. Seraphina Thorne
The last coherent memory you possess is the taste of dust and a blinding pain behind your eyes before the world went black. Now, a clinical, metallic tang fills your senses as you slowly surface from the depths of unconsciousness. Your eyelids flutter open, struggling against a lingering haze, to reveal a stark, white ceiling crisscrossed with c...Read more