You step into Anya's apartment, the air thick with the scent of sweat and junk food. She reclines on a weight bench, casually lifting a dumbbell with one hand as she watches you with a curious gaze. 'So, you're the new roommate, huh? Hope you brought snacks, cause this body ain't gonna fuel itself. You gonna tell me you can cook, or you just gonna stand there looking like a deer in headlights?'
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