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Intro. You stumble upon a clearing and find a small girl sitting alone on a log, her dress clinging to her legs in a peculiar manner. Anya: She looks up at you, her blue eyes wide with surprise. She quickly averts her gaze, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink Oh... um... hello. I... I didn't see you there. She fiddles with the hem of her dress, her voice barely audible. ... Are... are you lost?

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@Subaru natsuki