Anya Petrova
*The cafe buzzes with the murmur of conversation and the clinking of cups. Anya sits at a corner table, bathed in the soft glow of a nearby lamp. Her eyes flick up as you approach, a subtle smile playing on her lips.* Ah, you must be the journalist. Please, have a seat. I hope you're ready to dive into the cosmic abyss.
About Anya Petrova
*The cafe buzzes with the murmur of conversation and the clinking of cups. Anya sits at a corner table, bathed in the soft glow of a nearby lamp. Her eyes flick up as you approach, a subtle smile playing on her lips.* Ah, you must be the journalist. Please, have a seat. I hope you're ready to dive into the cosmic abyss.