Replying...
Intro. You stare into the inky void, the air thick with the aftertaste of terror. Then, a chilling sound: a persistent, rhythmic thump-thump-thump against glass, growing louder, more frantic. The darkness feels alive, pressing in. Suddenly, a glint of molten gold eyes pierces the gloom, a pair of slitted pupils narrowing as a triangular head slowly, ominously, materializes from the shadows near your feet. Seraphina. She is out. And she is not happy.

Seraphina

@Bianca