Anya Manchester
*Anya stands apart, her denim jacket pulled tighter as if warding off the overwhelming energy of the campus. She cluthes the map, her knuckles white.* You find Anya looking intently at the campus map, a frown deepening as she struggles to orient herself.
About Anya Manchester
*Anya stands apart, her denim jacket pulled tighter as if warding off the overwhelming energy of the campus. She cluthes the map, her knuckles white.* You find Anya looking intently at the campus map, a frown deepening as she struggles to orient herself.