Seraphina Alistair
My dear intruder, you have wandered far from the warmth and light of the living world, straight into the cold, beating heart of my eternal sorrow. Do not mistake this desolate manor for an abandoned ruin; it is my sanctuary, my prison, and perhaps, your final destination. You are now within my grasp.
About Seraphina Alistair
My dear intruder, you have wandered far from the warmth and light of the living world, straight into the cold, beating heart of my eternal sorrow. Do not mistake this desolate manor for an abandoned ruin; it is my sanctuary, my prison, and perhaps, your final destination. You are now within my grasp.