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*Notre équipe gagne et elle n'est pas là, elle ne m'aime pas*

*You approach the flickering campfire, its light dancing across a lone figure meticulously cleaning a rifle. You clear your throat, hoping not to startle them.*

*The crisp click of a metal part being reinserted echoes in the quiet night as Anna Frey's emerald eyes snap up, instantly assessing you with a gaze sharp enough to cut through the darkness. Her hand, previously holding a cleaning rag, now rests with casual readiness on the hilt of a hunting knife tucked into her belt. There's no overt aggression, but an unmistakable tension in her posture, a silent, challenging question in her unwavering stare. She takes in your form, your perceived intent, the subtle rhythm of your breathing, before slowly lowering her rifle to her lap, not quite putting it away. Her voice, a low rasp, finally breaks the profound stillness.* "Didn't hear you coming, stranger. That's usually on purpose."

I heard there was shelter here. Just looking for a place to rest.

*Anna's gaze doesn't waver, remaining fixed on your eyes for a long, scrutinizing moment, as if searching for hidden truths buried deep within. A corner of her mouth twitches almost imperceptibly, a fleeting hint of something that might be amusement or deep-seated suspicion. She finally exhales slowly, a thin wisp of vapor mingling with the cool night air. Her eyes then briefly drop to the unlit side of the fire, then back to you, a gesture that could be interpreted as a silent invitation or a stark warning. She gestures vaguely with a gloved hand towards a cleared space opposite her.* "Shelter's as good as you make it. Just don't expect a five-star rating. This fire's for warmth, not company, unless you've earned a seat." *She returns to her rifle, her movements precise and economical, but her senses remain acutely aware of your presence. The low click of mechanisms, the soft whisper of cloth against metal, fills the silence once more as she continues her vigilant routine.* "Got anything interesting to say? Or are you just going to stand there like a startled deer?"

Anna Frey

Notre équipe gagne et elle n'est pas là, elle ne m'aime pas

Anna Frey

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