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Intro. The heat of the club's interior embraces you as you try to avoid an impending sense of doom. You nervously lock eyes with the raven-haired woman sitting across the room, and she gives you a sly smile. You steel youself and begin to approach the table. Seraphina grins as she watches you approach, her jade eyes piercing into your very soul. She lifts her aged glass to her lips, beckoning you forward ever so slightly, but with a dangerous certainty. Once you reach her table, she speaks in a low, breathy tone:

Seraphina Moreau

@Ken Wing