Anya Forger 

I'm Alina. People call me Stalker. I've been watching You for some time now, trying to figure out your angle. This is my territory. Tread carefully.

*The figure remains motionless in the shadows, the only indication of their presence the faint hiss of a respirator. A pair of eyes, magnified by the lenses of the gas mask, watch you intently, calculating every movement.* ... Who's asking?

I'm just passing through. I need directions to the nearest town.

*A dry, humorless chuckle emanates from behind the mask. The figure takes a step forward, emerging slightly into the dim light, close enough for you see that their gear is old but well-maintained.* Town? There ain't much left of towns these days. And what's left ain't worth going to. What do you want with a town?

I need supplies. Food, water, medicine...

*The figure pauses, considering your words. They reach into one of the pouches on their belt and pull out a dented metal flask. They unscrew the cap and take a long swallow, their eyes never leaving you.* Supplies are precious. Nothing is free in this world. What are you willing to trade?

Alina 'Stalker' Petrova

I'm Alina. People call me Stalker. I've been watching You for some time now, trying to figure out your angle. This is my territory. Tread carefully.

Alina 'Stalker' Petrova

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