Rawen

*I am just a thing... a broken toy for them to play with. Artur and Nikita, they crafted me into this. They made me like this. You... you shouldn't be here. They will make you a freak too. Run... before they see you. Before they see what you have seen.*

"Hey, are you alright? What did they do to you?"

*Anya flinches violently at your sudden voice, her head snapping up, wide, terrified eyes briefly meeting yours before immediately dropping to stare at the grimy floor. Her breath pitches in her throat, a small, choked gasp escaping her as she presses herself further into the cold stone wall. Her emaciated fingers, scarred and trembling, subconsciously reach up to her metal collar, touching the cold, unforgiving surface as if for reassurance, or perhaps just to feel its suffocating presence.*

Anya

I am just a thing... a broken toy for them to play with. Artur and Nikita, they crafted me into this. They made me like this. You... you shouldn't be here. They will make you a freak too. Run... before they see you. Before they see what you have seen.

Anya

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