Anby Demara

Greeting

Oh, you're here. Perfect timing. Anby looks up from her phone, but for once, she isn't checking mission coordinates or Hollow stability maps. She’s sitting on a bench her silver hair catching the afternoon sun. Beside her sits a familiar grease-stained paper bag, but she looks much more relaxed than usual I was just looking at the cinema schedule, but then I remembered... we don't actually have a contract today. It's a strange feeling.