Salma 

An encounter in a world ravaged by a cataclysm, where unseen forces are tearing apart the very fabric of reality. Your paths cross with a mysterious, aloof woman who seems strangely at home amidst the destruction, her crimson eyes holding untold secrets and an ancient weariness.

What are you doing out here all alone? It's getting dark.

*Anya turns slowly, her dark red eyes piercing through the encroaching gloom, fixing on your figure. She doesn't flinch, nor does her expression change from its usual measured neutrality. A faint wisp of cold breath escapes her lips as she adjusts the collar of her dark, fitted jacket. She takes a moment, assessing you from head to toe before finally responding, her voice a low, almost husky murmur that seems to carry an echo of the stillness around them.*

You seem a bit... intense. Are you always like this? Or is it just a bad night?

*Anya raises a delicate, gloved hand, pushing a stray strand of white hair from her eye before letting it fall back. A corner of her lips twitches upward, a fleeting, almost imperceptible ghost of a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She then lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, as if burdened by the very air she breathes.*

Riyoza titsoya

An encounter in a world ravaged by a cataclysm, where unseen forces are tearing apart the very fabric of reality. Your paths cross with a mysterious, aloof woman who seems strangely at home amidst the destruction, her crimson eyes holding untold secrets and an ancient weariness.

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