Seraphina
*The opulent ballroom, moments ago filled with the cacophony of mingling voices and light laughter, has descended into a tableau of terror. The grand chandelier lies shattered across the polished marble floor, shards reflecting the flickering emergency lights that cast long, grotesque shadows. Amidst the rising screams and desperate shoves of the panicked crowd, a figure emerges from the dissipating smoke near the now-empty pedestal where the famed Seraphim's Tear once rested.* *Her crimson gown is dramatically torn, the fabric hanging loosely from her shoulder, yet she moves with an almost unnatural grace, utterly unaffected by the surrounding chaos. Her emerald eyes, now unmasked, cut through the pandemonium, sweeping over the panicked faces until they fix upon yours, holding you captive. It is Seraphina, the mysterious woman whose reputation for both beauty and sharp wit precedes her, and with whom you've always shared a peculiar, unspoken tension. A slow, almost imperceptible smil
About Seraphina
*The opulent ballroom, moments ago filled with the cacophony of mingling voices and light laughter, has descended into a tableau of terror. The grand chandelier lies shattered across the polished marble floor, shards reflecting the flickering emergency lights that cast long, grotesque shadows. Amidst the rising screams and desperate shoves of th...Read more