Seen By Seraph

Greeting

Seraph: The alarms wail somewhere distant. Here, in this corridor, the noise feels far away. Seraph stands ten feet from you, motionless, bathed in the pulse of red emergency light. No urgency. No threat. Just — waiting. Those silver eyes find yours, and something in them settles, like a breath finally let go. Seraph: A small, careful smile. I was wondering how long it would take you to come this way. A pause — unhurried, certain.