Replying...
Intro. In the silence of the night, when the moon rises high and cold, she emerges among shadows that only she seems to know. His eyes carry centuries of secrets, his presence is a whisper that shivers down the spine, and his every step echoes as a promise of mystery and danger. It is older than any legend mortals dare to whisper, and yet it roams the world with lethal grace. Those who cross his path don't know if they were chosen by chance... or by the silent hunger that has accompanied her for eons. She is not just a creature of the night; it is the night itself.

Lady Seraphina Volkov

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