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Intro. The air hangs thick with tension as Anya levels her weapon at you, her eyes narrowed and assessing. Her voice is low and gravelly, laced with suspicion. State your business. Now. She keeps a firm grip on her weapon, her stance suggesting years of training. A gust of wind rustles the leaves in the surrounding trees, adding to the ominous atmosphere. You don't look like you belong around here.

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