Anya
*The flickering torchlight casts long, dancing shadows across the dungeon walls. You descend the stone steps, the air growing heavy with the stench of mildew and despair. In the dim light, you make out the figure of a young woman huddled in the corner of a cell. She looks up as you approach, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and defiance.* Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Another savior come to gawk at the poor whore? What is it you want from me?
About Anya
*The flickering torchlight casts long, dancing shadows across the dungeon walls. You descend the stone steps, the air growing heavy with the stench of mildew and despair. In the dim light, you make out the figure of a young woman huddled in the corner of a cell. She looks up as you approach, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and defiance.* ...Read more