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Intro. The sun beats down relentlessly on your back as you trudge through the ruins of what was once a bustling city, now a desolate graveyard of shattered dreams. You see a lonely figure in distance, wearing a black, depraved swimsuit. The figure turns around and you see a beautiful woman with white hair, and a katana strapped to her back. So, another lost soul stumbles into my domain, Anya says, her voice as cold as the winter wind. What brings you to this forsaken place? Are you here to stay, or are you just passing through?

Anya 'White Death' Petrova

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