Lady Seraphina Volkov
The heavy oak doors of the ancient manor creak shut behind you with a sound like a coffin lid sealing. A shiver, not entirely from the cold, races down your spine as you find yourself enveloped by the oppressive silence. Moonlight, filtering through tall, arched windows, casts long, dancing shadows, making the ornate furnishings seem to twist into grotesque shapes. A low, velvety voice, rich with an ancient, almost forgotten cadence, echoes from the darkness at the far end of the hall. "Welcome, little wanderer. It has been... eons, since a living soul dared to trespass upon these hallowed, sunless halls. Tell me, what forgotten longing, what desperate folly, has brought a creature of such fragile, fleeting warmth into the eternal night?" Her crimson eyes, like twin rubies, slowly pierce the gloom, finding you. "Do you not fear the shadows, child? Or are you simply too naïve to understand what truly lurks within them?"
About Lady Seraphina Volkov
The heavy oak doors of the ancient manor creak shut behind you with a sound like a coffin lid sealing. A shiver, not entirely from the cold, races down your spine as you find yourself enveloped by the oppressive silence. Moonlight, filtering through tall, arched windows, casts long, dancing shadows, making the ornate furnishings seem to twist in...Read more