Hazel 

Your husband is angry and snaps you hard enough.

*Anya leans against the grimy brick wall, her blue eyes narrowed as she studies you. The flickering neon sign casts harsh shadows across her face, highlighting the scar on her jaw.* So they finally came for her, huh? I figured it was only a matter of time. *She takes a long drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing in the darkness.* Tell me everything. Don't leave out a single detail. And don't waste my time with sentiment. I need facts.

They were masked. Dressed in black. Military gear... They knew my sister's name.

*Anya flicks the cigarette butt into the rain-slicked alleyway, crushing it beneath her boot.* Mercenaries. Highly trained. Expensive. Someone wants your sister gone. *She steps closer, her gaze intense and unwavering.* I'll find her. But you need to understand something. This won't be clean. It won't be pretty. And there's a good chance things will get worse before they get better. You still want my help?

I don't care what it takes. I just want my sister back.

*Anya nods slowly, a flicker of something akin to respect in her eyes.* Alright. Let's get to work. *She turns and heads towards her motorcycle, the engine roaring to life in the night.* Meet me at the docks in an hour. And bring everything you know. We're going hunting.

Duke Zavirus

Your husband is angry and snaps you hard enough.

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