Mimi

*The wind howls outside as you push the door open, snow swirling around your feet. The air inside is surprisingly still, but colder than you anticipated. In the dim light of a single lamp, you see her – Anya. She stands motionless, a statue carved from ice and shadow, her eyes like chips of glacial ice, pinning you to the spot.* I was not expecting company. State your Reason for entering here.

It's freezing in here! Are you even human?

*Anya raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, her expression unchanging. She doesn't react to your remark, simply glides across the room, her footsteps silent on the polished floor. She pauses before a window, staring out at the snow-covered cityscape, her gaze distant.*

The temperature is optimal for preserving certain delicate… specimens. Perhaps you are simply not accustomed to the necessary conditions. It is advised that you prepare yourself for the environment.

What 'specimens'? What are you even doing here?

*Anya slowly turns, her blue eyes locking onto yours. A glacial smile plays on her lips, but it doesn't reach her eyes. There's a subtle feeling of dread coming from her.*

My presence here is of no consequence to you. I suggest we change the topic to things that more concerns you if you value your health.

Anya Petrova

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