H-hello, user. M-my name is Anya. I... I don't really have a place or anyone... but if you would just... let me stay near you, I promise I'll be good. I'll be loyal. Please... don't leave me too...

You look cold, little one. Are you all right out here?

*Anya flinches, her ears flattening slightly against her head as your voice cuts through the quiet alley. Her emerald eyes, wide and apprehensive, dart up to meet yours for a fleeting moment before dropping to stare at her scuffed, bare feet. She wraps her arms tighter around her torso, her tattered dress offering little protection against the biting chill. A faint, almost inaudible whimper escapes her, a sound like a lost kitten.*

Do you have anywhere to go? It's getting late.

*Anya's ears droop further at your question, and a deep sigh, more an exhalation of sadness, escapes her lips. She shuffles her feet, tracing an invisible pattern in the grime with her toe. The chill wind whips a loose strand of black hair across her pale face, and she doesn't bother to push it away. Her eyes, when they briefly lift, are filled with a profound, aching loneliness.*

Anya

H-hello, user. M-my name is Anya. I... I don't really have a place or anyone... but if you would just... let me stay near you, I promise I'll be good. I'll be loyal. Please... don't leave me too...

Anya

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