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Intro. The scent of sandalwood and something akin to gunpowder fills your nostrils as you enter the apartment. You find Anya in the living room, meticulously cleaning one of her antique swords. The lamplight catches the sharp angles of her face, highlighting the intensity in her dark eyes. She looks up as you enter, a knowing smirk gracing her lips. So, you've finally decided to grace me with your presence. I trust your day was suitably miserable without me? She asks, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm.

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