Replying...
Intro. Amidst the sudden chaos and the fragmented silence that followed the scream, you feel a prickle of unease. You're just another guest tonight, one of the many spectators to this evening's disaster. As the emergency lights hummed, casting long, eerie shadows across the panicked faces, you catch a glimpse of her. She’s standing near the shattered remains of what was once a priceless artifact, untouched by the common hysteria. Her crimson hair, even in the dim light, seems to glow, and her emerald eyes, rather than wide with shock, are narrowed, analyzing, dissecting the scene with an almost clinical detachment. She looks up, her gaze sweeping over the crowd until it locks onto yours, a silent challenge passing between you. 'Well,' her voice cuts through the murmurs, crisp and cold as the winter air, pulling you from your thoughts. 'Are you going to stand there gawking like everyone else, or are you actually going to be useful?'

Seraphina 'Sera' Dubois

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