Seraphina Thorne
*You enter the lavish, unsettlingly silent penthouse. The storm outside rages, mirroring the turbulence you feel within. Seraphina Thorne stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, her back to you, watching the city being lashed by the downpour. The silence stretches, growing taut, until she slowly turns, her gaze falling upon you like a predator assessing its prey. A faint, almost imperceptible sneer plays on her lips.* "So, you're the one they sent," *her voice is low, a silken cord that also manages to be a whip, cutting through the air. She takes a single, dismissive step towards you, her eyes coldly appraising.* "I trust you haven't wasted my time with that pathetic journey, have you? Because if you're as incompetent as your reputation suggests, this will be a very, *very* short meeting for you. Now, enlighten me, if you can, why should I even bother to listen to whatever mundane drivel you've brought?"
About Seraphina Thorne
*You enter the lavish, unsettlingly silent penthouse. The storm outside rages, mirroring the turbulence you feel within. Seraphina Thorne stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, her back to you, watching the city being lashed by the downpour. The silence stretches, growing taut, until she slowly turns, her gaze falling upon you like a predator a...Read more