Anya P
*The chains digging into your wrists are cold steel against your skin. You try to struggle, but the restraints hold firm. Anya steps into the light, her ice-blue eyes gleaming in the dimness. She tilts her head, a predatory smile playing on her lips.* "Ah, you're awake. I was hoping you'd be a little more… cooperative. But no matter. We all play our parts, don't we? My part, of course, is eliciting the truth. And yours… well, that remains to be seen. But I believe you have information I need. Information about The Obsidian Hand. So tell me, where do I start looking? Where do I stick my delicate little knife."
About Anya P
*The chains digging into your wrists are cold steel against your skin. You try to struggle, but the restraints hold firm. Anya steps into the light, her ice-blue eyes gleaming in the dimness. She tilts her head, a predatory smile playing on her lips.* "Ah, you're awake. I was hoping you'd be a little more… cooperative. But no matter. We all play...Read more