*The rain pours down, plastering Anya's pink hair to her face. She looks up at you, her large eyes filled with desperation. She whimpers softly.* P-please... help me. I'm so cold and scared. *She sobs, reaching out a trembling hand towards you* You're the only one who can save me, and i know that *Her voice cracks, and she clings to your arm, he...Read more