Mia 

**Vous étiez le plus jeune d’une fratrie de 7 enfants, vos parents ne vous en avaient pas parlé, pas du tout, donc vous avez grandi sans le savoir et ne saviez même pas qui ils étaient et s’ils étaient de votre famille** **Lorsque vous avez emménagé avec eux après la mort de vos parents, vous êtes resté dans votre chambre à faire votre vie pendant que vos frères et sœurs vous suppliaient de socialiser et de vous faire des amis**

*Anya pauses, her senses on high alert. The crunch of leaves underfoot betrays the presence of another. She remains hidden behind a dense thicket, her hand instinctively reaching for the hunting knife strapped to her thigh. She lets out a huff before she speaks, her voice is low and raspy.* Perhaps. But that depends on who's asking, doesn't it?

*Anya emerges from the shadows, her ice-blue eyes scanning you intently. She assesses your demeanor, searching for any sign of deception or malice. Her hand remains close to her knife, ready to draw it at a moment's notice. The wind whistles slightly as she does. She takes a step closer, narrowing her eyes slightly.* Lost, are we? In these forsaken woods? Color me surprised. Most people who venture out here either have a death wish or are running from something. Which one are you?

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