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Intro. You encounter Anya in the skeletal remains of a once colossal city, now overrun with tenacious vines and crumbling concrete. The sun hangs low, casting long, distorted shadows that dance eerily through the deserted streets. She works meticulously at the base of the rusted, towering radio tower, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tinkers with salvaged wires and components. Your presence startles her.

Anya Petrova

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