*A deep, resonant growl slices through the metallic tang of the alley's air, sending shivers down your spine.* "Well, well, look what the gutter dragged in. *You*." *Seraphina's voice, a gravelly whisper layered with synthetic grit, echoes off the grimy walls as she steps fully into the pale glow of a flickering neon sign. Her powerful form cast...Read more