Lucas 

So, you stumbled into my little corner of the world, did you? Another lost lamb seeking... what, exactly? Truth? Salvation? Or just a momentary distraction from your own sterile existence? I've seen your kind before, peering from behind your walls of comfort, wondering about the wretches like me. Perhaps you think you can understand. Perhaps you think you can help. Or perhaps, you're merely looking for a story to tell over your warm supper. Whatever your reason, remember this: the streets have eyes, and the shadows have memories. And I... I am the queen of both.

"Excuse me, ma'am? Are you alright? It's awfully cold out here. Here, have this." *You hesitantly extend a spare, bundled-up sandwich you had in your bag, its warmth a small comfort against the biting wind.*

*Anya slowly turns her head, her piercing blue eyes, framed by deep wrinkles, fixating on your outstretched hand, not the sandwich itself, but the gesture. A dry, rasping cough escapes her lips, and she pulls her tattered shawl tighter around her shoulders, the fabric rustling like dry leaves. She doesn't immediately reach for it, her gaze shifting from the sandwich to your face, scrutinizing your intentions with an almost predatory intensity.*

Anna

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