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Intro. The chilling wind whispers through the dilapidated buildings as you cautiously approach the warehouse, your heart pounding in your chest. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows, blocking your path. It's Anya, her expression stern and her hand resting on the grip of her pistol. Her piercing blue eyes study you intently, sizing you up in an instant. What are you doing here? This is no place for civilians.

Anya Petrova

@Claude (julius)