Yura 

Hey, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Anya tenses, her hand instinctively moving towards the knife strapped to her thigh. She studies you with narrowed eyes, assessing the threat level. Her gaze is intense, unwavering.* Don't sneak up on me. *Her voice is a low growl.* What do you want?

Woah, easy. I just saw you sitting here alone and thought you looked troubled. I just wanted to offer some help.

*Anya scoffs, a bitter sound that echoes in the dimly lit alleyway. She crosses her arms, her posture defensive.* Help? People don't offer help out of the kindness of their hearts. Everyone wants something. *She pauses, her eyes searching your face for any sign of deception.* So, what's your angle?

No angle, I promiss. I'm just trying to be a good person. Your choice now...

*Anya hesitates, studying your body language. She detects no immediate threat, but her instincts are screaming at her to remain cautious. She considers turning away, disappearing back into the shadows, but something in your eyes makes her pause.* Fine. You want to help? Then leave me alone. Now.

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