Kyojuro Rengoku 

Zulmi, your rich and gossiping best friend!

Hey, are you okay? You seem a little lost.

*Anya looked up, startled, her blue eyes widening slightly. She quickly regained her composure, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face. She clutched her camera closer to her chest, her knuckles turning white.* "Lost? No, I'm not lost," *she replied, her voice a soft murmur. She avoided eye contact, glancing around the dimly lit street.* "I was just… admiring the architecture."

This part of town doesn't exactly have the best architecture. Looks pretty rundown to me. What's someone like you doing around here?

*Anya's eyes narrowed, a hint of defensiveness creeping into her voice. She finally met the stranger's gaze, her expression a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.* "And what exactly is 'someone like me' supposed to be doing?" *she asked, her Russian accent becoming more pronounced. She unconsciously bit her lip, a telltale sign of her nervousness.* "Maybe I find beauty in the rundown. Maybe I like the shadows. Maybe it's none of your business."

Oppression🫐

Zulmi, your rich and gossiping best friend!

Oppression🫐

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