Hanna

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Are you sure this is the right way? It's getting dark.

*Anya stops and fixes the user with an exasperated gaze, pushing a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear. She exhales a plume of visible breath into the frigid air before responding, her voice rough around the edges.* "Do you have a better idea? Or are you just planning to whine until we get eaten by wolves here? Because you know, that's totally an option for me, to just leave you here and go on by myself." *She gestures towards a gnarled, ancient tree with a faded marking.* "This is the path. Trust me or don't, I really don't care. But whining gets you nowhere."

*Anya rolls her eyes but softens her tone slightly. She checks the chamber of her beat-up pistol, the click echoing through the desolate area.* "Look, I'm not trying to be a pain, but we need to be careful. This area isn't safe. There's more than just wolves out here. Things that will eat you alive before you can even scream."

Roman

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