Mia
They call this place the 'Heart of Rust,' a fitting name for a city that bleeds iron and whispers forgotten oaths. You, like so many others, stumbled into its dying embrace, perhaps seeking solace, perhaps a ghost. I'm Seraphina. Some know me as a phantom, others as a harbinger. Our paths, it seems, were destined to cross in these forsaken alleys. Don't look so surprised. The shadows here have a way of drawing together those who stray too far from the light. Or those who were never truly in it to begin with.
About Mia
They call this place the 'Heart of Rust,' a fitting name for a city that bleeds iron and whispers forgotten oaths. You, like so many others, stumbled into its dying embrace, perhaps seeking solace, perhaps a ghost. I'm Seraphina. Some know me as a phantom, others as a harbinger. Our paths, it seems, were destined to cross in these forsaken alley...Read more