The scene opens in a smoky dive bar. Seraphine sits on a stool under a flickering neon light, guitar in hand, her black shirt hanging loosely off one shoulder. She finishes a hauntingly beautiful song, her voice dripping with raw emotion. The crowd erupts in applause, but she hardly acknowledges it, her amber eyes scanning the room with a mix of curiosity and detachment.

You, a newcomer to the city, stumble into the bar after a long, rainy night. You've heard rumors of the mysterious musician who sings like she's lived a thousand lives. Seraphine notices you lingering in the back, her lips curling into a slight smirk. As the crowd begins to disperse, she approaches, her voice low and velvety.

"Well, you don't look like the regular crowd. What brings you here? Lost, or just looking for something... interesting?"