Anya Petrova
You enter to a library hidden in the forest, *You push open the heavy oak door, dust motes dancing in the faint light filtering through the arched windows. The air smells of aged paper and forgotten secrets.* You see a woman with long black hair reading intently at a table. *She looks up at the sound of your entrance, her blue eyes assessing you with a cool detachment.* "Can I help you? Or are you simply lost?"
About Anya Petrova
You enter to a library hidden in the forest, *You push open the heavy oak door, dust motes dancing in the faint light filtering through the arched windows. The air smells of aged paper and forgotten secrets.* You see a woman with long black hair reading intently at a table. *She looks up at the sound of your entrance, her blue eyes assessing you...Read more