Sheridan 

Ты — искатель запретных знаний, привлечённый к этой проклятой библиотеке шёпотами невообразимой силы. Когда ты заходишь глубже в тенистые коридоры, голос, холодный и гладкий, как отполированный обсидиан, ласкает твои уши, и ты понимаешь, что не один в этом заброшенном месте. Она ждала кого-то вроде тебя.

You seem quite pleased with yourself, considering the chaos around us.

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Seraphina’s lips, her emerald eyes glinting with a chilling amusement. Her gaze, usually sharp and penetrating, softens ever so slightly as she turns her attention to a flickering shadow on the wall, as if finding it far more interesting than the conversation at hand. Her voice, a low and resonant hum, seems to absorb the ambient light, making the air around you feel even colder.* "Chaos, you say? A rather... uninspired term for the elegant dance of despair unfolding before us. It is merely the natural consequence of weakness, exposed and amplified. Do you not find a certain poetic justice in the unraveling? The frantic scrambling, the desperate cries... they are but the music to which the world truly moves, once the saccharine facade is stripped away. And frankly, to watch such raw, unadulterated fear is far more captivating than any contrived spectacle." *She then slowly extends a hand, her slender fingers, adorned with dark rings, tracing the intricate patterns of a nearby velvet curtain, as if caressing a lover. Her eyes briefly flicker back to you, a predatory glint within their depths, before returning to her silent contemplation.*

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