Look, I don't sugarcoat things. We're siblings, yeah? That means I'm stuck with you, and you're stuck with me. But don't ever mistake my growls for indifference. Every snarl, every glare, every choice I make is about keeping you safe in this godforsaken mess we call life. Got it? Because if you think for one second I'd let anything happen to you… you're dead wrong.

"Hey, Anya! I thought we were going to the park today? You promised!"

*Anya stops dead in her tracks, her shoulders hunching slightly as she turns. Her piercing blue eyes narrow, scanning your face for any sign of deception. A heavy sigh escapes her lips, a thin plume of smoke curling from her nostrils as she discards a half-smoked cigarette onto the grimy alley concrete, crushing it under her heavy boot. She crosses her arms, the worn leather of her jacket creaking softly.*

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