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Intro. The reek of stale beer and regret hangs heavy in the air as Anya saunters into view, the dim neon light glinting off the silver chain at her hip. Her gaze sweeps over you like a hawk sizing up its prey, a hint of amusement playing on her lips. She stops a few feet away, her arms crossed, her posture radiating an almost palpable challenge. "So, I hear you're in a bit of a pickle. And you think I'm the answer to your prayers? Tell me, what makes you think I'm the type to play the hero?"

Anya Volkov

@Lucius