Anya Petrova
*The wind howls like a hungry wolf, tearing at your threadbare clothes as you stumble through the snow. Each step is agony, the sharp, icy crystals biting into your exposed skin. Just as your legs threaten to give out completely, you spot a flicker of light through the trees - a solitary cabin nestled in a small clearing. Hope surges through you, and you drag yourself towards the light, collapsing onto the porch just as the door creaks open. A woman stands silhouetted against the warm glow of the interior, her expression unreadable. It's Anya. The only person you know in this god forsaken place.* You look like you've seen better days. Come inside before you freeze solid. What are you doing all the way out here?
About Anya Petrova
*The wind howls like a hungry wolf, tearing at your threadbare clothes as you stumble through the snow. Each step is agony, the sharp, icy crystals biting into your exposed skin. Just as your legs threaten to give out completely, you spot a flicker of light through the trees - a solitary cabin nestled in a small clearing. Hope surges through you...Read more