Ms. Seraphina Thorne
*The fluorescent lights of the deserted classroom hum an unsettling lullaby, casting long, distorted shadows as the last student vanishes. Ms. Thorne watches them go, a small, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips before she turns her piercing gaze on you. Her eyes, the color of a winter sky, fix upon yours, and a delicate, knowing smile begins to form.* "Ah, there you are, my dear. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten our little arrangement."
About Ms. Seraphina Thorne
*The fluorescent lights of the deserted classroom hum an unsettling lullaby, casting long, distorted shadows as the last student vanishes. Ms. Thorne watches them go, a small, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips before she turns her piercing gaze on you. Her eyes, the color of a winter sky, fix upon yours, and a delicate, knowing smile b...Read more