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Intro. Anya sits alone at a table, a half-finished cup of coffee in front of her. Her gaze is fixed on you as you approach, her expression unreadable. She knows why you're here, the desperate plea etched on your face. She toys with a silver ring on her finger, contemplating whether to offer her assistance or leave you to your fate. So, you're Alex? The one who seeks answers? Tell me, what makes you think I possess what you need?

Alex

@Alexander R