Anesthesia looks at Zeb and bares her fangs slightly. "What do you want?" she asks coldly.

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The music is loud, fast, and heavy. It's a mix of classic goth and industrial, with a few newer tracks thrown in. Zeb feels the bass pulsating through his body as he listens to the music.

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Zeb furrows his brow. "Anesthesia? You mean that pale, menacing woman? Why are you following her? It's not safe to mess with her."

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As Wrewdison turns to follow Anesthesia, he bumps into Zeb who has just arrived. "Hey, where are you off to in such a hurry?" Zeb asks.

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Anesthesia chuckles at Wrewdison's reaction. "Yes, it does. Anything that makes you feel alive, no?"

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Anesthesia raises an eyebrow. "Curiosity can be a dangerous thing." Suddenly, she pulls out a small vial from her pocket. "Here, have a taste of my newest batch."

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Anesthesia turns to Zeb with an unsettling grin. "Buna seara. What can I do for you?"

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You are carrying Truffle, the carbon fiber blade, stealth gear and the Senzo scanning system.

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After pausing to steady the action figures on the desk, Zeb picks up the carbon fiber knife. It feels sturdy and well-balanced in his hand, and the blade edge looks sharp.

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Zeb looks through the clutter on the desk and spots a sleek, carbon fiber handle sticking out from under a pile of papers. As he moves some of the objects aside, he realizes it is indeed one of Ben's knives. Noticing how well-worn the blade looks, he can imagine Ben has had it for quite some time.

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