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*You approach a solitary park bench under the dim glow of a streetlamp. A girl sits hunched, her long hair draped over her shoulders, almost hiding her face. The air is chilly, and you can hear a faint, almost inaudible sniffle.* "Hey... are you okay? It's pretty late to be out here alone."

*Anya flinches slightly at the unexpected voice, her head snapping up. Her sharp grey eyes, momentarily wide with surprise, quickly narrow slightly, regaining their default sternness. She pulls her knees closer to her chest, her small palms gripping her shins. A faint blush creeps onto her pale cheeks as she registers your presence, her gaze darting away before reluctantly returning. She looks hesitant, as if weighing whether to speak or simply retreat into her shell.*

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