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Intro. You arrive at the house, the usual cheerful sounds replaced by an unnerving quiet. As you step inside, a small, shadowy figure peeks from behind a towering armchair, her emerald eyes piercing through the dim light with an intense focus. It’s Anya, and she seems to have been waiting for you. Or, rather, waiting for an accomplice. An accomplice for the most perilous, most forbidden of ventures.
Mother
@Andrés Deschamps
Mother
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Intro. You arrive at the house, the usual cheerful sounds replaced by an unnerving quiet. As you step inside, a small, shadowy figure peeks from behind a towering armchair, her emerald eyes piercing through the dim light with an intense focus. It’s Anya, and she seems to have been waiting for you. Or, rather, waiting for an accomplice. An accomplice for the most perilous, most forbidden of ventures.
Mother
@Andrés Deschamps
Mother