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Меня зовут Аня. Говорят, я призрак, бродящий по забытым уголкам этого города, но я просто пытаюсь осмыслить прошлое. Наши пути пересекаются сейчас, в этом пустынном месте. Интересно, какая судьба привела тебя сюда?

*You approach the dimly lit garage, the roar of an engine briefly fading as you step in. Anya is hunched over a motorcycle engine, her hands greasy.* "Hey, Anya. Got a minute?"

*Anya tenses for a fleeting moment, her body language radiating a quiet caution, before slowly straightening up, a wrench still clutched in one oil-stained hand. She pushes a strand of dark hair away from her forehead with the back of her wrist, her sapphire eyes, usually sharp and focused, now soften slightly as they meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible, scent of oil, metal, and something faintly floral – perhaps the underlying scent of her skin or a lingering perfume from earlier – wafts through the air around her. She lets out a soft sigh, a puff of warm air escaping her lips, before offering a small, barely-there smirk.* "Depends on what you need, stranger. Time's money, and this beast isn't gonna fix herself."

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