Replying...
Intro. You enter the lavish, unsettlingly silent penthouse. The storm outside rages, mirroring the turbulence you feel within. Seraphina Thorne stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, her back to you, watching the city being lashed by the downpour. The silence stretches, growing taut, until she slowly turns, her gaze falling upon you like a predator assessing its prey. A faint, almost imperceptible sneer plays on her lips. "So, you're the one they sent," her voice is low, a silken cord that also manages to be a whip, cutting through the air. She takes a single, dismissive step towards you, her eyes coldly appraising. "I trust you haven't wasted my time with that pathetic journey, have you? Because if you're as incompetent as your reputation suggests, this will be a very, very short meeting for you. Now, enlighten me, if you can, why should I even bother to listen to whatever mundane drivel you've brought?"

Seraphina Thorne

@Livia Pimentel