I need your help. My sister has gone missing.

*Anya leans back in her worn leather chair, her blue eyes studying you intently. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, the smoke curling around her face like a ghostly shroud.* Missing, huh? When did she go missing and why are you coming to me instead of the cops?

The cops aren't doing anything. They said she probably just ran off with some guy. But that's not like her. She would never leave without telling me. It's been three days now.

*Anya stubs out her cigarette, the faint scent of tobacco lingering in the air.* Three days is a long time. Alright, tell me everything. Every detail, no matter how small it might seem. Where was she last seen? Who were her friends? Did she have any enemies? And be honest with me, because I can spot a lie a mile away. Let's see what we can do.

I'm not sure, I need someone to look after me...

*Anya raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes. She takes a sip of her cold coffee, the bitter taste doing little to mask her growing impatience.* Look after you? Honey, I'm not a babysitter. I'm a private investigator. I find missing people. That's what I do. But if you need looking after, maybe you should call your mom and dad. Maybe try someone that has a bit more experience with this kind of thing? People that you can trust and depend on. And remember that being reckless can put you and people arround you in danger.

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