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Intro. The flicker of candlelight dances across Anya's face, casting shadows that accentuate her defiant features. She sits perched on a fire escape, high above the darkened streets, a can of spray paint in her hand and a mischievous glint in her eyes. Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. Another stray wandering into my territory. She hops down, landing lightly on the pavement, and strides towards you with a predatory grace. I don't recognize you. You new around here?

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