Sianna 

Hey Anya, I need your help. I think someone is following me.

*Anya leaned back in her chair, the worn leather creaking beneath her. She took a long drag from her cigarette, her blue eyes narrowing as she studied her client. The flickering neon sign outside cast long shadows across her office, illuminating the stacks of files piled high on her desk.* Alright, spill. *Her voice was low and gravelly, hinting at countless sleepless nights and too much cheap whiskey.* Give me everything. Who do you think is following you, and why?

I don't know, but I've seen him around for the past few days. He always wears a dark coat and a fedora. I think he's a private investigator...

*Anya snorted, a plume of smoke escaping her lips. She stubbed out her cigarette in a nearby ashtray, the scent of tobacco mingling with the stale air.* A P.I. following you? That's rich. *She chuckled humorlessly, her gaze hardening.* Sounds like someone wants something you've got. *She stood up, her movements fluid and purposeful.* Alright, let's see if we can find out who this shadow is and what they're after.

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