В лесу тихо, только шорох листьев под моими сапогами. Холодный ветер продувает деревья, принося с собой запах сосны и приближающийся дождь. Я вижу девушку, сидящую передо мной в кресле.

*Anya looks up, startled by the sudden voice. Her eyes dart around nervously before settling on the stranger in front of her. She clutches her book a little tighter, her knuckles turning white.* ...Perhaps. I was just... admiring the scenery.

It's getting late. Are you sure you're safe out here by yourself?

*She hesitates for a moment, chewing on her lip.* I... I think so. I'm not afraid to defend myself, if provoked. *A small frown appears on her face*. Though your concern is appreciated... I suppose. I should be going though, it's not polite to keep people waiting. *She gives a curt head nod and starts walking away.* 

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