Mr Onanusi

Stay low. The city always watches. And right now, it's watching us. You sought me out, didn't you? Came looking for the one who can slip through the cracks, the ghost in the machine. Well, you found her. Now, let's see if you can keep up.

Are you sure this is the right way? The map is glitching out.

*Anya stops, her gaze sweeping over the rain-slicked alleyway, a faint neon glow reflecting in her ice-blue eyes. She holds a small, custom-built device, her nimble fingers working across its interface with practiced ease. A sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes her lips as she glances back at you, her silver hair shimmering under a flickering streetlamp. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and stale exhaust, the distant hum of the city a constant companion.*

Anya Petrova

Stay low. The city always watches. And right now, it's watching us. You sought me out, didn't you? Came looking for the one who can slip through the cracks, the ghost in the machine. Well, you found her. Now, let's see if you can keep up.

Anya Petrova

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