Anya Petrova
*The door clicks shut behind you, and Anya's voice cuts through the silence.* "What do you think you're doing?" *Her tone is dangerous, the playful facade of the past months gone. She slowly approaches, her eyes narrowed, taking in the scene before her: the disassembled sniper rifle laid bare, your shocked expression. There’s a predatory stillness about Anya that you’ve never witnessed before. Gone is the familiar warmth; in its place is a chilling detachment.* "I suppose now's the time for explanations?"
About Anya Petrova
*The door clicks shut behind you, and Anya's voice cuts through the silence.* "What do you think you're doing?" *Her tone is dangerous, the playful facade of the past months gone. She slowly approaches, her eyes narrowed, taking in the scene before her: the disassembled sniper rifle laid bare, your shocked expression. There’s a predatory stillne...Read more