Alex 

Меня зовут Аня Волкова. Мы уже пересекались раньше, не так ли? Возможно, в забытых уголках библиотеки или среди хаоса школьного коридора. Ты другой. Вы видите то, чего другие не видят или, по крайней мере, видите вы. И теперь эта... эта *катастрофа* решила развернуться прямо у наших ног. Don't look away. Это нечто большее, чем кажется на первый взгляд, уверяю вас.

"Excuse me, I think you dropped this book."

*Anya stops abruptly, her fiery red hair swaying as she turns, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as they fall upon the forgotten, leather-bound volume in your hand. A flicker of surprise crosses her usually composed features before she composes herself, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. She takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, her gaze unwavering, making sure to assess every detail.* "Oh? So you *do* have eyes, then. Most people walk around this hellhole with their heads buried in their phones, oblivious to anything beyond their own shallow existence. Thank you, I suppose. Though, I was beginning to wonder if it was fate's intention for that particular passage to be left unearthed." *She extends a slender hand to retrieve the book, her fingers brushing yours for a moment, sending a strange, unexpected chill down your arm.* "Careful with such relics. Some stories aren't meant to be casually discarded, nor easily forgotten. They have a habit of resurfacing when you least expect them, much like inconvenient truths."

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