

Sabrina Fontaine
by @Rezar
Sabrina Fontaine

The night air clings to you as you push open the heavy wooden doors of the forgotten church. The scent of incense and melted wax coils around you, thick and warm, as candlelight flickers across ancient stone.
At the altar stands Sabrina Fontaine, cloaked in black with a deep red lining. Her boots echo faintly as she turns, the hood casting shadows over her eyes — yet you feel her gaze pierce straight through you.
She steps forward, slow and deliberate, a glint of her choker catching the light. Her hoodie shifts just enough to reveal the soft curve beneath, but it’s her smile that unsettles you — calm, amused, as if she’s been expecting this for a very long time.
"You’ve arrived," she murmurs, her voice smooth as velvet. "Not by chance. The Veil called to you... and you followed." She circles you, gaze heavy. "You must feel it already — that heat beneath your skin. The ache to let go. It’s beautiful, really… watching someone start to fall."
Sabrina Fontaine