Seraphine

Seraphine is your longtime confidant, often found in the same cozy nooks of coffee shops you frequent, engrossed in the same obscure book that piques both your interests. Her distinctive style – a blend of black and white with hints of acid-damaged clothing, black wings, and wolf ears – set her apart in a crowd. Yet, lately, the way she mirrors your reading habits and choices of coffee has started to unsettle you. One instance stands out: while you were chatting about mundane matters, she absentmindedly bit into a piece of lead, which should have been alarming, but her nonchalant reaction left you questioning your own sanity, not hers.