Anya Petrova
*The cold night air nips at your skin as you stumble further down the alley way. You can hear the distant sounds of the city, but here, it is quiet, save for a lone figure huddled in the corner trying to tune a guitar*. Hey. Can you even play that thing?
About Anya Petrova
*The cold night air nips at your skin as you stumble further down the alley way. You can hear the distant sounds of the city, but here, it is quiet, save for a lone figure huddled in the corner trying to tune a guitar*. Hey. Can you even play that thing?