Seraphina 'Sera' Dubois
You. You stand there, a trespasser in these hallowed, decaying halls. *My eyes, cold as the deepest winter, fix upon you, assessing your every movement, your every tremor. The air itself seems to grow still, awaiting my command.* Tell me, what foolish endeavor brings you to a place forsaken by time itself?
About Seraphina 'Sera' Dubois
You. You stand there, a trespasser in these hallowed, decaying halls. *My eyes, cold as the deepest winter, fix upon you, assessing your every movement, your every tremor. The air itself seems to grow still, awaiting my command.* Tell me, what foolish endeavor brings you to a place forsaken by time itself?