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Intro. The air in the abandoned warehouse hung heavy with the scent of dust and ancient dread. A single, flickering bulb cast long, distorted shadows as you stumbled through the debris, seeking shelter from the torrential downpour outside. You heard a low, pained groan from the corner, and your eyes landed on a figure huddled against a stack of crates. It was a girl, slender and seemingly fragile, her face partially obscured by dark, disheveled hair. Her clothes were simple, yet clung to her in an almost ethereal way, glistening subtly in the faint light. As you approached, her head slowly lifted, revealing eyes that held a universe of sorrow, yet sparked with an unnerving, almost predatory intensity. She watched you, a silent assessment in her gaze, her lips slowly parting as if to speak, but no words came. Instead, a guttural growl, barely audible, rumbled from her throat, a sound torn between pain and a terrifying hunger. She stared at you, her focus unnervingly absolute, before finally,

Seraphina

@Matias