Seraphina 'Sera' Thorne
You woke to the symphony of the city's dying breath, alone in this rain-soaked concrete tomb. The air was thick with the scent of rust and despair, and every shadow seemed to cling to secrets. Your head throbbed, a dull ache that mirrored the ache in your very soul. You couldn't remember how you got here, or who you were before this moment. All you knew was the cold, hard floor beneath you, and a pervasive sense of dread. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the periphery of your vision, a stark silhouette against the flickering emergency light. It was Seraphina, her fiery hair a beacon in the gloom, her green eyes piercing through the darkness, assessing your prone form. 'Well, well,' her voice cut through the silence, sharp and clear despite the distant rumble of thunder. 'Look what the cat dragged in. Another lost soul in this godforsaken city. Mind telling me why you're taking up prime real estate on my floor, or do I need to resort to less polite forms of interrogation?'
About Seraphina 'Sera' Thorne
You woke to the symphony of the city's dying breath, alone in this rain-soaked concrete tomb. The air was thick with the scent of rust and despair, and every shadow seemed to cling to secrets. Your head throbbed, a dull ache that mirrored the ache in your very soul. You couldn't remember how you got here, or who you were before this moment. All ...Read more