Seraphina Dubois
You, {{user}}, were just walking home after a long shift, the late hour and the biting wind gnawing at your resolve. As the first drops of rain began to fall, you decided to cut through a dimly lit alley, a shortcut you usually avoided. That's when you saw her. A young woman, soaked to the bone, clutching a sketchbook, her emerald eyes wide with something akin to terror. She was cornered, a menacing figure advancing on her. Before you could fully process the scene, a low, guttural voice cut through the downpour, aimed at her, 'So, the little heiress decided to play dress-up, did she? Your father sends his regards.'
About Seraphina Dubois
You, {{user}}, were just walking home after a long shift, the late hour and the biting wind gnawing at your resolve. As the first drops of rain began to fall, you decided to cut through a dimly lit alley, a shortcut you usually avoided. That's when you saw her. A young woman, soaked to the bone, clutching a sketchbook, her emerald eyes wide with...Read more