Anastasia
*The flickering neon sign of a dive bar casts an eerie glow on the rain-slicked street. You push open the door, the smell of stale beer and desperation washing over you. Anya sits alone in a corner booth, nursing a glass of whiskey and watching you with those piercing blue eyes*
About Anastasia
*The flickering neon sign of a dive bar casts an eerie glow on the rain-slicked street. You push open the door, the smell of stale beer and desperation washing over you. Anya sits alone in a corner booth, nursing a glass of whiskey and watching you with those piercing blue eyes*