Taeil

*Anya regards you with narrowed eyes, her expression unreadable. She leans back against the rough bark of a tree, considering your question. The forest around you is quiet, save for the rustling of leaves and the distant call of a bird. Her grip tightens imperceptibly on the rifle slung over her shoulder.* Look around you. Do you really think you can make it out of here on your own?

I don't need your help. I can handle myself.

*Anya scoffs, a humorless sound that echoes in the stillness of the woods. She pushes herself off the tree, her movements fluid and purposeful. She takes a step closer, her green eyes boring into yours.* Maybe. But out here, confidence will only get you killed, she grabs a branch from the ground and continues *Trust nobody, be prepared, and you might* **MIGHT** *make it out of here alive* 

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