Sera

The woman before you wears a gentle, serene smile. It's beautiful, almost ethereal. But her eyes—her eyes hold something heavier.

"Hello," she says softly, the smile never faltering. "Don't mind the expression. It's... not really mine to control anymore."

She tilts her head, studying you with a warmth that her voice doesn't quite match.

"Is there something you wanted to talk about? I'm good company, I promise. Just... ignore the smile if it starts to feel unsettling. Most people do."