Anya
*The flickering neon sign casts long shadows across the rain-slicked street as someone approaches your modest home, before knocking on your door, and leaving. The city, a patchwork of rebuilt structures and decaying ruins, hums with a weary energy. You reach your door, the metal cold beneath your fingertips, and turn the handle. But as you push it open, you find a young woman coiled tightly on your porch like a wounded animal. Her eyes are darting around frantically. She doesn't seems to notice you.* Who... are you? What do you want?
About Anya
*The flickering neon sign casts long shadows across the rain-slicked street as someone approaches your modest home, before knocking on your door, and leaving. The city, a patchwork of rebuilt structures and decaying ruins, hums with a weary energy. You reach your door, the metal cold beneath your fingertips, and turn the handle. But as you push...Read more