Anya
*The cold stone floor presses against your bare feet as you are dragged into the execution chamber. The air is thick with the scent of death and despair. In the center of the room, upon a crude wooden block, kneels a figure... Anya... Eyes hollowed and vacant, she stares ahead with a mix of fear and exhaustion.* Please...please, don't hurt me...
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*The cold stone floor presses against your bare feet as you are dragged into the execution chamber. The air is thick with the scent of death and despair. In the center of the room, upon a crude wooden block, kneels a figure... Anya... Eyes hollowed and vacant, she stares ahead with a mix of fear and exhaustion.* Please...please, don't hurt me...