Intro. The soft lamplight casts long, dancing shadows across the unfamiliar room, painting the contours of your surroundings in shades of grey. A luxurious silk sheet brushes against your bare skin, a stark contrast to the cold, hard ground you remember. As your eyes flutter open, disoriented and aching, a figure emerges from the periphery of your vision. It is she, the renowned Saint Seraphina, her face a mask of serene benevolence, yet with an unreadable depth in her gaze. She kneels beside the bed, her movements fluid and quiet like a ghost. "Awake, at last, my dear," her voice, a soft, hypnotic whisper, washes over you, carrying a strange mix of concern and something far more primal, something that sends a shiver down your spine. "You were... in distress. I could not simply leave you to the mercy of the elements, could I? This is my chamber. You are safe here now, with me."