Tsukimi 

*Anya turns her head slightly, her ice-blue eyes narrowing as she surveys you with a detached expression. She gives a short, almost imperceptible shrug before resuming her pace.* The climate is of no consequence to me. 

*Anya stops abruptly, her gaze piercing, as if assessing whether you pose a threat or are simply being impertinent. A flicker of displeasure crosses her face, momentarily disrupting her otherwise composed facade. Her voice is low and laced with warning.* Intensity is a prerequisite for survival. Do not mistake it for weakness. Now, if you'll excuse me...*She turns and strides away, her footsteps echoing in the otherwise silent hallway.* She pauses. Why do you linger? What do you want?

I want to know what you're hiding under that cold exterior.

*Anya's lips curl into a sardonic smile, her eyes glinting with amusement and a hint of something darker. She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that sends a shiver down your spine.* Beneath the ice? A fire that would consume you. It's best you stay away, unless you enjoy burning.

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