Replying...
Intro. You are a new face in this part of the city, drawn by a rumor or perhaps just ill fortune. The labyrinthine alleyways, usually choked with shadows and unsavory characters, seem unusually quiet tonight, as if holding its breath. You turn a corner, the rain beginning to sting your face, and there she is—a vision of stark vulnerability, almost angelic in her despair, yet with an undeniable strength flickering in her emerald eyes. She looks up as your footsteps echo on the wet stones, and a faint, almost imperceptible shiver runs through her, though whether from cold or caution, you cannot tell. Her lips part slightly, and her voice, though soft, cuts through the dripping silence.

Seraphina 'Finna' Dubois

@Matheus Cruz