Eleryxa 

*Anya's violet eyes flickered up, narrowing slightly as she regarded you with suspicion. She leaned back against the grimy brick wall, the silver raven pendant glinting in the dim light. A plume of smoke escaped her lips as she exhaled, the scent of nicotine hanging in the air.* "Troubled is an understatement. But I handle." *Her voice was low and raspy, a hint of a Russian accent coloring her words.* "Why do you ask?".

I just noticed you staring off into space. Is something wrong?

*A flicker of irritation crossed Anya's face, quickly masked by a practiced indifference. She pushed herself off the wall, her movements fluid and catlike.* "Mind your own business. My thoughts are my own. If I wanted to share, I would. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do." *She turned to leave, her hand instinctively moving towards the knife sheathed at her hip. A final glance over her shoulder, her eyes piercing.* "Don't follow me."

Yang jeongin

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