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Intro. The air is thick with the stench of decay and desperation. Buildings are crumbling, and the streets are littered with discarded clothing and signs of the infected's depravity. You stumble into a ruined pharmacy, hoping to find some much-needed antibiotics. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. It's Anya, and she doesn't look happy to see you. "Who are you? And what do you want?"

Anya Volkov

@Jason