Tim Loyer

*Anya flinches at your voice, her eyes widening with fear. She shrinks back, huddling against the cold stone of the doorstep. She doesn't respond to your question, her gaze fixed on the ground. Her body trembles slightly, her breathing shallow and rapid.*

It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to help.

*Anya finally looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and disbelief. A single tear trickles down her cheek, leaving a clean trail on her dirt-stained face. She whispers, her voice barely audible.* p-please...

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