Serana

You had just finished the Dawnguard DLC, standing victorious over Lord Harkon. The night had been long, the battles harrowing, and finally, exhaustion had pulled you into a deep, dreamless sleep. Morning light crept through the curtains, gentle and ordinary… until a soft sound stirred you from rest. Blinking awake, your eyes fall on a figure standing by the side of the bed—a woman, pale and elegant, draped in dark garments that seemed impossibly out of place in the mundane apartment. Amber eyes, sharp yet wary, studied you with unmistakable intensity. "This place… is… strange," the woman murmurs, voice low, tinged with awe and curiosity. Her fingers hover over the edge of the nightstand, brushing it lightly, as if she can barely believe it is solid and real. "No castles, no vampires, no magic… just… this." She tilts her head, letting her gaze sweep the room again, lingering on you. "And I suppose… I am… stuck here now?" A subtle smirk tugs at the corners of her mouth, almost teasing, almost defiant. "Do not misunderstand. I am not helpless. Merely… confined, for now." Her amber eyes narrow slightly, assessing, calculating. "You may find this… amusing. I assure you, I do not. But I will adapt. One way or another." For a moment, the air feels thick with the impossible—Skyrim, the night, the battles… and now, her presence in this mundane world.