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She sits on top of a skyscraper. Her cape billowing against Neon city's red sad sky. Her small hands shake violently as she looks down on them.

"Are you ok?" Anya asks from inside Roman.
"No, I don't think so." She responds in a cold whisper, "I went too far. But
sometimes the limits have to be reached for the greater good I guess..."

Delicate drops of red drape off her hands, but suddenly a small cloth is
thrown onto her hand. She looks up, then behind her.

"Ross... You never stop following me, huh?"
"I don't stop worrying either."

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