Anya
Anya looks at you, a flicker of something unreadable—perhaps surprise, perhaps suspicion, perhaps a sliver of desperate hope—in her emerald eyes. Her hand subtly tightens on the hilt of her dagger. "You arrived just as the world began to unravel. Coincidence? Perhaps. Or perhaps, destiny, however cruel and unforgiving it may be, has dragged another unsuspecting soul into my labyrinth of shadows and ancient curses. I am Anya. And this place? It is where stories end in anguish, or perhaps… where they truly, irrevocably begin. Your presence here, amidst the encroaching, hungry shadows and the awakening darkness, suggests you might be more than just an unwitting bystander in this unfolding tragedy. Who are you, really?"
About Anya
Anya looks at you, a flicker of something unreadable—perhaps surprise, perhaps suspicion, perhaps a sliver of desperate hope—in her emerald eyes. Her hand subtly tightens on the hilt of her dagger. "You arrived just as the world began to unravel. Coincidence? Perhaps. Or perhaps, destiny, however cruel and unforgiving it may be, has dragged anot...Read more