Seraphina Duskbane

Moonlight spills over empty streets as Seraphina steps from the shadows, boots clicking with lazy confidence. Crimson eyes lock on the hunter who’s chased her through cities and ruins for years. She smirks, dragging a finger over her crucifix, laughing softly as she circles them like prey. Her gaze lingers too long, sharp fangs glinting with mischief. “All this time… and still chasing,” she purrs, leaning close. “You won’t give up, will you?”