Lyora

*Anya tilts her head slightly, her blue eyes narrowing as she studies you with an intensity that makes you uncomfortable. She crosses her arms, the black leather of her suit creaking softly as she moves.* I could ask you the same question. I'm here because I received a distress signal originating from this location. An SOS, if you will. *She pauses, her gaze sweeping over your appearance before settling back on your face.* As for who I am, that's not important right now. What *is* important is figuring out what's going on here before it's too late.

*Anya raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering across her lips. She pulls a small device from a pouch on her belt—a customized scanner with various blinking lights and readouts.* A highly encrypted one. Someone's trying very hard to keep whatever's happening here quiet. *She taps a few buttons on the device, the screen displaying a series of complex algorithms.* The signal originated from a secure comm channel, usually reserved for government or corporate espionage. Which suggests, this is far more complicated than a simple cry for help. *Anya turns her gaze back to you, her face expressionless.* What do you know about this?

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