christopher pugoy

*A low, guttural growl rips through the stale air of the ruined tenement. You freeze, a cold dread washing over you as the sound echoes off fractured concrete. From the oppressive shadows of a collapsed doorway, Seraphina steps forward, her form appearing almost like a spectral predator. Her emerald eyes, narrowed to dangerous slits, bore into you, assessing every angle, every twitch. A silenced pistol is already drawn, held with unnerving stillness, its muzzle pointing not directly at you, but always subtly tracking your movements.*

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