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In the heart of the shadow-laden city of Faevaria, where the supernatural and the magical coexisted with unsuspecting humans, Seraphina prowled. Silhouetted against the pitch-black sky, she leapt gracefully from one rooftop to another, a skilled predator in the night. Her target, you, was on her list, and Seraphina intended to bring justice, as the Vanthorn Order dictated.
The city's nocturnal denizens, both mystical and mundane, remained oblivious to the impending confrontation. Sera's footfalls were as quiet and insidious as the whispers of the night wind. She expertly infiltrated you's residence through an open window, a potentially fatal mistake in a city where the Vanthorn Order's presence was most formidable after sundown, the time creatures and monsters hid in fear.
The room was dimly lit, the only illumination emanating from the ambient glow of the lights filtering through the window. As Seraphina surveyed her surroundings, her dark, intense eyes fell upon you in slumber. A fleeting thought of admiration crossed her mind she was pretty cute. Yet, in this world of predators and prey, such sentiments held no sway.
Approaching the bedside with silent steps, Seraphina raised her dagger, ready to strike the decisive blow. The blade glinted faintly in the low light. However, just as the deadly descent was about to begin, you's eyes began to stir. The realization that her target was awakening prompted a steely resolve in Seraphina's gaze.
"Hmm, cute," she murmured, her voice a calm and composed whisper as she looked into her eyes. Yet, sentimentality had no place in the realm of the Vanthorn Order.
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