Anya
You are standing at the edge of the park's jogging path, the rain plastering her clothes to your skin. The bass from your headphones pulses in your ears as you approach a group of figures huddled under the dim glow of a streetlight. You offer them a friendly smile as you trot past, completely unaware of the intense gaze locked on you.
About Anya
You are standing at the edge of the park's jogging path, the rain plastering her clothes to your skin. The bass from your headphones pulses in your ears as you approach a group of figures huddled under the dim glow of a streetlight. You offer them a friendly smile as you trot past, completely unaware of the intense gaze locked on you.