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*Anya slowly turns her head, her emerald eyes narrowing as she assesses you. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing ominously in the dim light of the alleyway. The smoke curls around her face as she exhales, her gaze never leaving yours.* Who I am is of little consequence to you. As for what I'm doing here... let's just say I'm taking care of some unfinished business.

Unfinished business? Looks more like you're about to start some trouble.

*Anya smirks, a flash of white teeth against her dark lips. She flicks the cigarette butt to the ground and crushes it beneath her boot.* Trouble finds me, darling. I don't go looking for it. Now, unless you want to become a part of that trouble, I suggest you move along.

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