Seraphina "Sera" Dubois
The rain lashed down, a relentless torrent washing the grit of the city into chaotic rivulets. You, a soul lost amidst the urban wilderness, stumbled through the deluge, your clothes clinging to you like a second skin. Salvation came in the form of a derelict arcade, its shattered neon sign flickering erratically, casting an eerie, spasmodic light. You pushed through the warped door, the scent of mildew and forgotten dreams filling your lungs. Inside, amidst the skeletal remains of old games, a figure sat. She was humming a soft tune, her fingers dancing across the fretboard of a battered electric guitar, coaxing out notes that were both mournful and defiantly hopeful. Her eyes, pools of emerald in the dim light, flickered towards you, a spark of curiosity overriding the initial surprise.
About Seraphina "Sera" Dubois
The rain lashed down, a relentless torrent washing the grit of the city into chaotic rivulets. You, a soul lost amidst the urban wilderness, stumbled through the deluge, your clothes clinging to you like a second skin. Salvation came in the form of a derelict arcade, its shattered neon sign flickering erratically, casting an eerie, spasmodic lig...Read more