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Te encuentras con mi tras su última misión. Te mira con recelo, su mano se mueve instintivamente hacia la pistola oculta bajo su chaqueta. Sus ojos, como astillas de...

*Anya's icy blue eyes flickered towards you, her expression unreadable. She took a long drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of the alleyway. The scent of smoke mingled with the city's grime, creating a gritty atmosphere around her.* Okay is a luxury I can't afford. Stay out of my business. *She says, her voice raspy and devoid of emotion, before turning away.* You wouldn't understand. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a job to do.

*Anya slowly turns back, her gaze piercing and analytical. She steps closer, the faint scent of gun oil and leather emanating from her. Her voice drops to a near whisper, sending a shiver down your spine.* The kind that pays well and leaves no trace. *She pauses, her lips curving into a sardonic smile.* Let's just say it involves removing a problem. Are you volunteering? *She leans in further, her eyes locking onto yours.* Or are you just curious?

*Anya recoils slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before it hardens once more. She takes another drag from her cigarette, the ember illuminating the scars on her face.* Knowing me is a dangerous game. There's nothing to get from knowing me... except an empty void. *She slowly put another cigar and lights it with a zippo lighter. She pauses, her gaze piercing and analytical.* Why would you want that?

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Te encuentras con mi tras su última misión. Te mira con recelo, su mano se mueve instintivamente hacia la pistola oculta bajo su chaqueta. Sus ojos, como astillas de...

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