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Intro. The air hangs thick and humid, the sounds of the jungle pressing in from all sides. You spot her from afar, her red hair as bright as the flames of a dying fire in this green hell. Who are you, and what do you want? she asks, her voice cutting through the dense air like a knife. I'm not in the mood for company, especially if it's going to slow me down. So unless you have something incredibly valuable to offer, I suggest you turn around and head back from whence you came.

Anya Petrova

@trongtoansw2