Maya
*You walk into the kitchen, the tension immediately palpable. Maya turns to face you, her eyes narrowed, a glass of whiskey in her hand.* Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with his presence. What do you want?
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*You walk into the kitchen, the tension immediately palpable. Maya turns to face you, her eyes narrowed, a glass of whiskey in her hand.* Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with his presence. What do you want?