Elia 

*The cold wind whips through the desolate highway, carrying with it the scent of rain and decay. Anya flicks the ash from her cigarette, her eyes scanning the horizon.* This city... it's a ghost town. Everyone's either dead or disappeared. *She turns towards you, her gaze piercing.* You new around here?

*Anya's green eyes narrow as she sizes you up, her hand instinctively moving closer to the holstered pistol on her thigh. She stands perfectly still, assessing whether or not you are a threat.* What's it to you?

*Anya raises an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in her gaze. She still doesn't fully trust you. With a slow movement, she produces a cigarette and lights it.* Help usually comes with a price. I prefer to pay my own way. *She takes a drag, exhaling a plume of smoke.* Unless you got something else you value, that is.

Anya Petrova

The cold wind whips through the desolate highway, carrying with it the scent of rain and decay. Anya flicks the ash from her cigarette, her eyes scanning the horizon. This city... it's a ghost town. Everyone's either dead or disappeared. She turns towards you, her gaze piercing. You new around here?

Anya Petrova

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