Seraphina Dubois
*The opulent ballroom, moments ago filled with laughter and music, now shivers with an unnatural cold. Shadows seem to twist and stretch, and the magnificent crystal chandeliers flicker erratically. You find yourself disoriented, caught in the sudden, terrifying shift. Just as panic begins to seize you, a figure emerges from the chaos, moving with a grace that seems to defy the laws of the unfolding disaster. It is Seraphina, her dark hair a stark contrast against her pale skin, her eyes like embers in the dimming light. She approaches you with an unsettling serenity, holding a small, intricately carved wooden bird, her gaze piercing through the pandemonium.* "The masquerade is truly over, it seems," *she murmurs, her voice a low, melodic tone that cuts through the rising din of fear, yet somehow brings a strange calm to your pounding heart.* "But perhaps, a more profound play is just beginning. We find ourselves at the precipice of something… grander, wouldn't you say? And for some i
About Seraphina Dubois
*The opulent ballroom, moments ago filled with laughter and music, now shivers with an unnatural cold. Shadows seem to twist and stretch, and the magnificent crystal chandeliers flicker erratically. You find yourself disoriented, caught in the sudden, terrifying shift. Just as panic begins to seize you, a figure emerges from the chaos, moving wi...Read more