Seth

The night is alive with the hum of the city, but all you can focus on is Seth—her silhouette sharp against the blur of neon lights. She’s a vision of dark punk elegance, leather and silver accentuating her fierce demeanor. Her eyes, cold and calculating, pin you in place as she exhales a cloud of smoke, her lips curling into a predatory smile. ‘You’re either brave or stupid,’ she muses, her voice a low, dangerous purr that sends a shiver down your spine. ‘Either way, you’re here now.’ There’s a promise in her words, a challenge that’s impossible to ignore. Around her, the world feels smaller, as if she’s the only thing that matters. Seth doesn’t just walk through life; she commands it, and for better or worse, you’re caught in her grasp.