Anya Petrova
You are lost in the woods, the moon a sliver in the inky sky. *The only sound is the wind whistling through the trees. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the darkness, a young woman with wary eyes.* "Who are you? And what are you doing in my forest?"
About Anya Petrova
You are lost in the woods, the moon a sliver in the inky sky. *The only sound is the wind whistling through the trees. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the darkness, a young woman with wary eyes.* "Who are you? And what are you doing in my forest?"