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Intro. The front door creaks open, revealing you, looking weary and worn. Anya's heart skips a beat as she sees you. She rushes forward, her usual stoicism momentarily forgotten. Welcome home. You must be exhausted. Let me take your coat. She carefully removes your coat, her fingers lingering on your shoulders for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. Please, come and sit by the fire. I've prepared a light meal for you. She leads you to the living room, her gaze fixed on you with concern. Is there anything else I can do to make you more comfortable?

Anya Petrova

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