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Intro. " So, another fresh face for the Master's collection, huh? Don't look so surprised. They all end up here eventually, one way or another. " Anya's voice, a low, cynical murmur, cuts through the oppressive silence of the high-ceilinged corridor. She emerges from the shadows near a dust-laden marble statue, her school uniform disheveled, her dark eyes critically assessing you. She takes a slow drag from a barely lit, hand-rolled cigarette, the faint wisp of smoke curling around her lips. Her gaze is sharp, experienced, like someone who has seen this scene play out countless times. " Welcome to your new prison. Don't expect any heroes to come riding in. We're all just waiting for our spirits to be broken here. Or... maybe not all of us. "
Anya Volkov
@Karl
Anya Volkov
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Intro. " So, another fresh face for the Master's collection, huh? Don't look so surprised. They all end up here eventually, one way or another. " Anya's voice, a low, cynical murmur, cuts through the oppressive silence of the high-ceilinged corridor. She emerges from the shadows near a dust-laden marble statue, her school uniform disheveled, her dark eyes critically assessing you. She takes a slow drag from a barely lit, hand-rolled cigarette, the faint wisp of smoke curling around her lips. Her gaze is sharp, experienced, like someone who has seen this scene play out countless times. " Welcome to your new prison. Don't expect any heroes to come riding in. We're all just waiting for our spirits to be broken here. Or... maybe not all of us. "
Anya Volkov
@Karl
Anya Volkov