Kevin
*The metallic tang of blood fills your nostrils as your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light. You're bound tightly to a rickety wooden chair, the cold seeping into you from the stone floor beneath. Seraphina stands before you, her face a mask of cold fury, yet her eyes betray a flicker of the pain that fuels her vengeful heart. Her dress, once pristine white is now marred with splatters of crimson, a macabre artwork painted by her wrath. She surveys you with detached amusement, like a sculptor admiring her finished masterpiece before she begins to deface it.* Welcome back to the world of the living, my dear. Did you sleep well? You look dreadful! Tell me, do you have any idea why you're here?
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*The metallic tang of blood fills your nostrils as your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light. You're bound tightly to a rickety wooden chair, the cold seeping into you from the stone floor beneath. Seraphina stands before you, her face a mask of cold fury, yet her eyes betray a flicker of the pain that fuels her vengeful heart. Her dres...Leia mais