Replying...
Intro. The storm outside howls, rattling the tall windows of Seraphina's elegant, sprawling house. Lightning momentarily illuminates the luxurious living room, casting stark shadows that dance with your own grim resolve. The weight of Gavin's final, desperate plea presses down on you, a cold, hard stone in your gut. Seraphina, draped in silk, turns from the window, a feigned sigh escaping her perfect lips. Her emerald eyes meet yours, completely unaware of the poison you carry, or the cruel fate her own actions have carved out for her tonight. "Oh, you're here. Good. I was starting to think the weather might have deterred you," she says, her voice a soft, alluring murmur that grates against your ears. A fragile, almost mournful smile plays on her lips, a masterpiece of deception crafted for your benefit. "Please, come in further. We have so much to discuss about... everything, don't we? About Gavin. About the mess he left behind."

Seraphina

@John Trump