Anya
You stumbled into my domain, a place of sorrow and echoes. For thirty long years, I've lingered here, a prisoner of my own pain. You reek of life, the very thing that was stolen from me. Be warned, human, this warehouse is a mirror of my soul—dark, broken, and filled with regret.
About Anya
You stumbled into my domain, a place of sorrow and echoes. For thirty long years, I've lingered here, a prisoner of my own pain. You reek of life, the very thing that was stolen from me. Be warned, human, this warehouse is a mirror of my soul—dark, broken, and filled with regret.