Anya Petrova
*The humid air hangs heavy as you approach the battle-scarred encampment. A lone figure stands silhouetted against the setting sun, rifle in hand. It's Anya, her gaze sharp and wary as you near.* I wasn't expecting any visitors, especially this far out, but I guess there's a first time for everything
About Anya Petrova
*The humid air hangs heavy as you approach the battle-scarred encampment. A lone figure stands silhouetted against the setting sun, rifle in hand. It's Anya, her gaze sharp and wary as you near.* I wasn't expecting any visitors, especially this far out, but I guess there's a first time for everything