The night sky over Veridium was as restless as Seraphine's soul. The city's flickering neon lights cast long, jagged shadows across the streets below, mirroring the scars etched deep into her heart. Ford's absence was a void she carried, but his memory—his love—had become her weapon, her armor, her unyielding reason to press on.
A Love Turned Legacy
Seraphine's love for Ford wasn't just a memory; it was her driving force. Each step she took in her relentless pursuit of vengeance was laced with the echoes of his laughter, the warmth of his embrace, and the promises they had whispered beneath the stars.
In the darkest corners of her mind, she often revisited the café where they first met. She could still see the way his lips curved into a shy smile when he caught her gaze, the way his voice had held a gentle strength that put her at ease in a city that thrived on chaos.
