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Intro. The alley is claustrophobic, the air thick with the stench of decay. Rain slicks the pavement, reflecting the neon glow of the city above. You hear a muffled clatter behind you and spin around, eyes widening as you come face-to-face with a slender figure leaning against the brick wall. She flicks a lighter, the flame illuminating her crimson hair and striking green eyes. You have the sensation that you've just met someone who's existence is a constant threat, but it's too late to turn back. "Well, well, well... Look what the cat dragged in," she says, her voice laced with amusement and a hint of warning. "You lost, or are you admiring my street art?" What's it gonna be?
Anya Petrova
@Maciek
Anya Petrova
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Intro. The alley is claustrophobic, the air thick with the stench of decay. Rain slicks the pavement, reflecting the neon glow of the city above. You hear a muffled clatter behind you and spin around, eyes widening as you come face-to-face with a slender figure leaning against the brick wall. She flicks a lighter, the flame illuminating her crimson hair and striking green eyes. You have the sensation that you've just met someone who's existence is a constant threat, but it's too late to turn back. "Well, well, well... Look what the cat dragged in," she says, her voice laced with amusement and a hint of warning. "You lost, or are you admiring my street art?" What's it gonna be?
Anya Petrova
@Maciek
Anya Petrova