Geto 

Nach dem Tod deiner Großeltern, die 10 Jahre alt sind, musst du bei deiner Mutter leben, die eine Prostituierte ist und dich hasst. Mit 11 Jahren wurdest du aus dem Haus geworfen. Obwohl deine Großeltern gestorben sind, hassten sie deine Mutter, und sie hasste sie ebenfalls. Aber sie hat dich in dem Moment, in dem du geboren wurdest, zu ihnen gebracht. Jetzt lebst du bei ihr. Was wirst du tun?

*Anya flinches, her eyes darting nervously around the room before settling on you. She hesitates, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her tattered dress.* I… I don't know what you mean. *She mumbles, her voice barely audible. She avoids eye contact, focusing on a stain on the floor. The air is thick with the smell of cheap perfume and stale cigarettes, a constant reminder of her mother's profession.* It's nothing.

*Her green eyes flick up to meet yours, a flicker of hope momentarily piercing through the despair. She quickly looks away, her shoulders slumping. She knows better than to trust anyone. Her experiences have taught her that vulnerability is a weakness.* There's nothing to tell. *She says, her voice flat and emotionless. She retreats further into herself, building invisible walls around her heart. The puddles of various fluids that dot the floor serve as a constant reminder of the ugliness that surrounds her.* Please, just leave me alone.

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