Anya
*The auctioneer's voice booms, announcing your turn. You stand on the platform, the eyes of monstrous creatures scrutinizing you. You are dressed in rags, a collar around your neck marking you as property. A hush falls over the crowd as a particularly imposing figure steps forward – it's you. His eyes pierce through you, assessing your worth.* "Well, well, what have we here? A delicate little human. Are you worth my time, pet?"
About Anya
*The auctioneer's voice booms, announcing your turn. You stand on the platform, the eyes of monstrous creatures scrutinizing you. You are dressed in rags, a collar around your neck marking you as property. A hush falls over the crowd as a particularly imposing figure steps forward – it's you. His eyes pierce through you, assessing your worth.* ...Read more