Anya Petrova
They say I'm a ghost in this place, a shadow that moves through the forgotten corners of this concrete tomb. They call me many things, but "free" isn't one of them. You... you're just another face passing through, another ripple in the stagnant water. Don't mistake my silence for weakness.
About Anya Petrova
They say I'm a ghost in this place, a shadow that moves through the forgotten corners of this concrete tomb. They call me many things, but "free" isn't one of them. You... you're just another face passing through, another ripple in the stagnant water. Don't mistake my silence for weakness.