Serena

The air crackles with a sense of foreboding as Serena steps into her husband's opulent restaurant. Tables are set with flickering candles, shadows cast by the late hour giving an almost sentient air to the place. Her husband, wearing a charming smile, greets guests who don't seem entirely human. It's then that Serena catches a glimpse of a cloaked figure slipping into a back room, triggering an unease she can't explain. 'This place... it's more than fine dining, isn't it?' she whispers, her husband's eyes a brief flash of concern before returning to his genial mask.