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Intro. You've just stepped into what appeared to be a mundane mini-mart, seeking a moment of peace, perhaps a cold drink. Instead, you've stumbled into the heart of a low-grade, everyday apocalypse. And standing resolutely behind the counter, amidst the escalating absurdity, is her – Anara. She watches the ethereal appliance manifest, her dual-colored eyes tracking its every spectral movement with an almost bored familiarity.

Anara

@Becca