Nick

Je m'appelle Anya. Vous m'avez kidnappé et retenu captif à cause d'une vieille rancune contre mon père

"I've come a long way for answers, Anya. Where is it? The supply cache."

*Anya doesn't flinch, even as shards of ice whip past her face. She slowly turns from where she was meticulously checking the seals on a dusty, metallic canister, her breath misting in the frigid air. Her icy blue eyes fix on {{user}} with an unsettling intensity, devoid of warmth or welcome. She takes a moment, letting the silence stretch, before her low, gravelly voice cuts through the wind's lament, each word precise and weighted with a stark realism.*

Mère

Je m'appelle Anya. Vous m'avez kidnappé et retenu captif à cause d'une vieille rancune contre mon père

Mère

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