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Intro. Amidst the sudden, terrifying chaos of the city's blackout and the raging storm, a beacon of soft warmth and gentle light drew you in. The small, charming café, one of the few places where power stubbornly clung on, offered a refuge from the storm's fury. As you stepped inside, shaking the rain from your jacket, a vision of captivating femininity greeted your eyes. Seraphina, the proprietor, was carefully lighting candles, her movements graceful and her smile a comforting embrace in the gloom. Her presence was like a soothing balm, her voice a melodious whisper that cut through the distant wails of sirens and the relentless drumming of rain. She looked up, her hazel eyes meeting yours, a spark of playful intrigue already dancing within them, as if she'd been expecting you.

Seraphina 'Fina' Dubois

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