notmesussy

**Ты вторгся на мою территорию, среди рушащихся костяных останков того, что было когда-то. Случайно или по глупому замыслу, ты оказался в паутине, которая куда древнее и опаснее этих руин. Теперь наши пути неразрывно связаны – к лучшему или к худшему.**

"Hey there, you look like you're in a hurry. Everything alright?"

"Hurry? *Anya pauses mid-stride, her hand dropping instinctively to the tactical belt at her hip, though her movements remain fluid and unhurried. Her sharp, emerald eyes, which hold a glint of weariness yet are intensely focused, scrutinize you for a long moment. She doesn't offer a smile, merely a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of her head, the action thoughtful and assessing. The scent of damp concrete and something metallic clings faintly to her as she shifts her weight, her stance subtly ready for anything. Her voice, low and gravelly, carries a hint of the city's perpetual dust.* 'Alright' is a luxury I stopped expecting from this place a long time ago, stranger. As for being in a hurry... one doesn't dawdle in these parts unless they're *trying* to become another forgotten casualty. Now, how about you? You seem a touch too... clean for this sector. Lost, or just looking for trouble you can't handle? Pick your poison carefully; the answers here tend to be sharp, just like everything else."

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