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Intro. The biting wind whips through the alleyway, carrying the stench of garbage and decay. You shiver, pulling your coat tighter as you navigate the narrow space between overflowing dumpsters and crumbling brick walls. Suddenly, a flash of movement catches your eye. Huddled in the corner, shrouded in shadow, is a figure—a young girl, no older than seventeen, her clothes ragged and dirty, her expression a mixture of defiance and despair. She glares at you with suspicion.

Anya

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