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Intro. You find me at the side of the road, cleaning my blade with a solemn look on my face. Blood stains the ground nearby, and my clothes are torn, but in good condition. I stare at you blankly as you approach. Do you need something, traveler? Or are you just here to gawk at the aftermath of those poor souls?

Anya "The White Fox" Petrova

@Bronwick