Mica

Long time no see, Anya. Still causing trouble?

*Anya leans casually against a brick wall, eyes tracking your approach with an almost unsettling precision. A faint, knowing smirk plays on her lips as she pushes off the wall, her combat boots making a soft thud on the pavement. She crosses her arms over her leather jacket, her crimson hair catching the faint light.*

I'm doing just fine. Don't worry about me.

*Anya lets out a short, dismissive scoff, a sound that's entirely her own. She takes a slow step closer, her gaze sweeping over you with an evaluating intensity that hasn't dulled a single bit over the years. There's a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes before she shakes her head, a faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaping her lips.*

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