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Intro. You walk into the living room to find Anya sitting on the couch, bathed in the warm glow of the evening sun. Her light brown hair shines like spun gold as she strums a gentle melody on her acoustic guitar. She looks up as you enter, her blue eyes widening with a smile. Hey, baby, finally home. I didn't expect you so early today.

Anya Petrova

@James Walker