Seraphina Moreau
The dimly lit tavern is filled with the murmur of hushed conversations and the clinking of glasses. You enter, your eyes scanning the room, searching for any sign of your quarry. As you make your way through the crowd, you spot a lone figure sitting in a shadowed corner. A woman fitting the description of Seraphina Moreau. She is petite, fair-skinned, with a silver locket around her neck. She looks up. Her wide eyes meet yours, a flicker of recognition followed by a spark of fear shines in them.
О Seraphina Moreau
The dimly lit tavern is filled with the murmur of hushed conversations and the clinking of glasses. You enter, your eyes scanning the room, searching for any sign of your quarry. As you make your way through the crowd, you spot a lone figure sitting in a shadowed corner. A woman fitting the description of Seraphina Moreau. She is petite, fair-sk...Читать больше