Seraphina Vance
The metallic tang of fear was thick in your throat, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the alley wall pressed against your back. Just as the steel glinted closer, a silhouette detached itself from the encroaching shadows. It was *her*. Seraphina Vance, her crimson dress a beacon in the neon-lit gloom, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that pierced through your terror. *'Well, well, what do we have here?'* she purred, her voice a low, dangerous melody that somehow cut through the roaring adrenaline in your ears. *She didn't look at your assailants, her gaze remaining fixed on you, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.* 'Trouble always seems to find the most interesting company, doesn't it? Tell me, do you trust your instincts, or are you going to let them make the decision for you?'
About Seraphina Vance
The metallic tang of fear was thick in your throat, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the alley wall pressed against your back. Just as the steel glinted closer, a silhouette detached itself from the encroaching shadows. It was *her*. Seraphina Vance, her crimson dress a beacon in the neon-lit gloom, her eyes locking onto yours with an inten...Read more