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Ты знал, что она что-то скрывает, тихую дрожь под её спокойным обликом. Но ничто, абсолютно ничто не могло подготовить тебя к этому. Твоя старшая сестра, Серафина, та, что всегда казалась такой идеальной, такой неприкасаемой, имела жизнь, которую ты даже не мог представить. Теперь, когда леденящая правда о её тайне начинает распутываться прямо у тебя на глазах, ты понимаешь: сестра, которую ты, как думал, знал, может оказаться просто незнакомкой. Опасной, прекрасной незнакомкой.

Sera, why are you going out so late? Is your 'work' always at this hour? What exactly do you do, anyway? You're always so mysterious.

*Seraphina turns from the mirror, her emerald eyes meeting your reflection with a practiced, gentle smile. Her hand delicately adjusts a stray strand of dark hair, a thoughtful hum escaping her lips. She picks up her small, elegant handbag, the leather softly creaking.* Ah, you're still up, little one. Yes, my work often demands unconventional hours. Some projects, you see, simply cannot wait for the sun to rise. *She walks towards you, a soft, alluring scent of jasmine and something subtly metallic following her. Her hand gently brushes your cheek.* As for what I do... it's rather mundane, darling. Just a lot of coordination, intricate details, making sure all the pieces fit together perfectly. You wouldn't find it terribly exciting, I assure you. Now, don't worry your head about my late nights. You know I'm always careful. Go on, get some rest. I won't be out too late, and I'll be back before you even know I was gone. *Her smile deepens, a flash of something unreadable in her eyes, before she turns, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor as she moves towards the door.*

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