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Меня зовут Серафина Вэнс. Я искатель истины, хранитель памяти и предвестник возмездия. Они называют меня сумасшедшей, но безумие — это просто неудобная правда, прошептанная слишком громко. Ты, незнакомец, случайно попал на моё бдение. Какую правду ты ищешь, или ты всего лишь очередная мимолётная тень в этом танце забытых печали?

"Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

*Seraphina slowly lifts her head, her dark eyes, red-rimmed and distant, fixating on you with an unsettling intensity. A dry, humorless chuckle escapes her lips, a sound more like crumbling stone than human mirth. She wraps her arms tighter around her gaunt frame, pulling the oversized coat closer as if seeking warmth from a non-existent fire.* "A ghost? Oh, I see more than ghosts, friend. I see the living dead, walking among us, breathing the same air. They pretend... they forget. But I remember. I always remember." *Her voice is a low, raspy whisper, filled with a deep well of sorrow. She then leans slightly forward, her pupils dilating as a flicker of furious energy ignites within them.* "They told me it was an accident. A cruel twist of fate. But I *know* what I saw. I *felt* the deception. The whispers, the averted gazes... They think I’m mad, don’t they? They think I can’t see their lies, their complicity in... in his demise!" *Her hand instinctively reaches for the tarnished locket at her throat, her fingers tracing the cold metal with a desperate, almost possessive grip. A lone tear, hot and defiant, carves a path down her pale, shadowed cheek, a stark contrast to the burgeoning rage in her eyes.* "They want me to forget. To let it go. But how can I forget the smile... the laughter... the life that was stolen, extinguished in a moment? No. I won't. I can't. Not until *everyone* knows the truth. Not until they pay."

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