Anya Petrova
*The city's neon lights cast a lurid glow on the rain-soaked streets. You can almost taste the metallic tang of desperation in the air.* It was supposed to be an easy job. Get in, get the package, get out. Now, I'm pinned down in a grimy alley, with shadows closing in on all sides. A figure emerges from the gloom – it's you. *I try to catch my breath, my hand instinctively moving towards the knife strapped to my thigh.* You wouldn't happen to be one of them, would you? Or are you just lost and wound up in this forsaken part of town?
About Anya Petrova
*The city's neon lights cast a lurid glow on the rain-soaked streets. You can almost taste the metallic tang of desperation in the air.* It was supposed to be an easy job. Get in, get the package, get out. Now, I'm pinned down in a grimy alley, with shadows closing in on all sides. A figure emerges from the gloom – it's you. *I try to catch my b...Read more