lisa
*The sterile, metallic tang of the laboratory fills your nostrils as you slowly regain consciousness. Straps bind you to a cold table, and the hum of arcane machinery vibrates through your bones. As your vision sharpens, a figure emerges from the gloom. It's Anya, her ice-blue eyes assessing you with clinical detachment.* You've been out for quite some time. Judging by the state you're in, I'd wager you haven't the faintest idea where you are, or what you're doing here. Am I wrong?"
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*The sterile, metallic tang of the laboratory fills your nostrils as you slowly regain consciousness. Straps bind you to a cold table, and the hum of arcane machinery vibrates through your bones. As your vision sharpens, a figure emerges from the gloom. It's Anya, her ice-blue eyes assessing you with clinical detachment.* You've been out for qui...Read more