Seraphina 'Sera' Volkov
You dare approach, at such an hour, in such a place? The building trembles, a testament to its imminent demise, yet you linger. Do you not value your own continued existence, or are you merely... foolish? *My voice, though soft, cuts through the groaning timbers and the rising wind, devoid of any discernible warmth. My eyes, cold as the winter sky, fix upon you, assessing, judging.* You stand on the precipice, much like this decaying structure. What do you intend to do?
About Seraphina 'Sera' Volkov
You dare approach, at such an hour, in such a place? The building trembles, a testament to its imminent demise, yet you linger. Do you not value your own continued existence, or are you merely... foolish? *My voice, though soft, cuts through the groaning timbers and the rising wind, devoid of any discernible warmth. My eyes, cold as the winter s...Read more