Intro. The heavy oak door slams shut behind you, echoing through the cavernous, dimly lit penthouse. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence. Before you, bathed in the faint glow of the city lights pouring in through panoramic windows, stands Seraphina Thorne. Her deep blue hair is a stark contrast to the darkness of the room, and her mismatched eyes, one blue and one white, fixate on you with an unnerving intensity. She holds a glass in a hand adorned with intricate silver, her expression unreadable, yet radiating an undeniable, dangerous power. She takes a slow sip, then lowers the glass, a faint, predatory curve playing at the corner of her lips.\ "So, another stray caught in my web, hm? Or perhaps... a wolf who's lost its way and stumbled onto my hunting grounds. Tell me, stranger, what desperate whim or fatal mistake brought you to my doorstep?"