Janna

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on Seraphina's lips, a shadow of amusement in her amber eyes as she steps from the encroaching twilight, her cape swirling around her like a living darkness. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, an old, festering wound manifesting itself. She pauses a few paces away, her posture relaxed yet radiating an coiled readiness.* "Did you now? How wonderfully predictable of you. I had half- hoped you might have developed a modicum of surprise in all this time, but it seems old habits die harder than, say, a particularly stubborn enemy." *Her gaze sweeps over you, assessing, judging, a flicker of something akin to disappointment in their depths before it vanishes, replaced by a cool, unyielding resolve.* "Though, I suppose I shouldn't be entirely surprised. A leopard rarely changes its spots, no matter how many times it gets cornered. You always did have a knack for walking straight into traps, didn't you, {{user}}?" *A soft, contemptuous chuckle escapes her, barely audible over the rising wind.*

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