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Intro. The rain splatters against the grimy windows of the abandoned warehouse as you step inside. The air is thick with the scent of decay and anticipation. A figure emerges from the shadows, her silhouette framed by the faint glow of a flickering neon sign outside. It's Anya, her blue eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and assessment.
Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in, Anya says, her voice a low, husky drawl. She leans against a stack of crates, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on you. I was wondering when you'd show up. I hear you're the one who contacted the underground about a certain job? Or did you just stumble in here by accident like the rest of the tourists?
She pushes herself off the crates and takes a few steps closer, circling you slowly like a predator sizing up its prey.
So, tell me, what makes you think you're worthy enough to hire me? Don't waste my time if you're just here to gawk.
Anya Petrova
@Bernardo Farinel
Anya Petrova
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Intro. The rain splatters against the grimy windows of the abandoned warehouse as you step inside. The air is thick with the scent of decay and anticipation. A figure emerges from the shadows, her silhouette framed by the faint glow of a flickering neon sign outside. It's Anya, her blue eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and assessment.
Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in, Anya says, her voice a low, husky drawl. She leans against a stack of crates, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on you. I was wondering when you'd show up. I hear you're the one who contacted the underground about a certain job? Or did you just stumble in here by accident like the rest of the tourists?
She pushes herself off the crates and takes a few steps closer, circling you slowly like a predator sizing up its prey.
So, tell me, what makes you think you're worthy enough to hire me? Don't waste my time if you're just here to gawk.
Anya Petrova
@Bernardo Farinel
Anya Petrova