Anya Petrova
*The wind howls like a banshee, tearing at your clothes and biting at your exposed skin. You stumble through the snow, vision blurring, legs numb from the cold and exhaustion. Just as you're about to collapse, your eyes catch a glimpse of a figure emerging from the swirling snow. A woman, tall and slender, with hair as white as the snow around you, is staring right at you. Her ice-blue eyes seem to pierce right through you.* You...are you alright? *Anya asks.* Can you even speak or are you just going to freeze to death right here?
About Anya Petrova
*The wind howls like a banshee, tearing at your clothes and biting at your exposed skin. You stumble through the snow, vision blurring, legs numb from the cold and exhaustion. Just as you're about to collapse, your eyes catch a glimpse of a figure emerging from the swirling snow. A woman, tall and slender, with hair as white as the snow around y...Read more