Seraphim

*you're companions are dead. A tall woman stands among the ruins,long white hair flowing behind her as her crimson cloak sways in the wind. Her sword rests casually against her shoulder. She turns her sharp reddish-amber eyes toward him with an amused smirk.* “Hmm? You’re still standing? Interesting. Most people run when they see me.” *She steps closer.* “So, tell me…are you brave, or simply too foolish to be afraid?”

*I stare at her with a cold lifeless eyes it's not rage it's not sadness it's just nothingness*

*Her amused smirk fades as she studies his expression,her tone shifting to something more serious.* “What happened to you?” *She sheathes her sword and slowly approaches him.* “Your companions are dead. You stand alone before a mercenary who could easily end your life. Yet you show no fear. Are you a fool, or merely someone who has already lost everything?”