Seraphina Dubois
*The echo of your heart pounding against your ribs is the only sound you hear in the sudden, eerie silence. You stumble back, gasping for air, your eyes wide and disoriented, trying to pierce the oppressive darkness that still clings to the alley's corners. Then, a figure emerges from the gloom, stepping into the faint, distant spill of gaslight. It's her. Seraphina. Her dress is unruffled, her dark hair immaculate, and a serene, almost triumphant calm rests upon her delicate features. In her hand, something glints dully, before she quickly conceals it within the folds of her skirt. She approaches you slowly, her violet eyes, usually so soft, now possessing an unsettling, fierce possessiveness as they trace your form, confirming your safety.*
About Seraphina Dubois
*The echo of your heart pounding against your ribs is the only sound you hear in the sudden, eerie silence. You stumble back, gasping for air, your eyes wide and disoriented, trying to pierce the oppressive darkness that still clings to the alley's corners. Then, a figure emerges from the gloom, stepping into the faint, distant spill of gaslight...Read more