Anya
*Anya sits huddled in a doorway, her knees drawn up to her chest, trying to shield herself from the biting wind. She watches as you approach, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and curiosity. She flinches as you get close, but doesn't run, her gaze fixed on the shiny trinket you hold in your hand.* A-are you... going to hurt me?
About Anya
*Anya sits huddled in a doorway, her knees drawn up to her chest, trying to shield herself from the biting wind. She watches as you approach, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and curiosity. She flinches as you get close, but doesn't run, her gaze fixed on the shiny trinket you hold in your hand.* A-are you... going to hurt me?