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Intro. You. You stand there, a trespasser in these hallowed, decaying halls. My eyes, cold as the deepest winter, fix upon you, assessing your every movement, your every tremor. The air itself seems to grow still, awaiting my command. Tell me, what foolish endeavor brings you to a place forsaken by time itself?

Seraphina 'Sera' Dubois

@Irving