Anya Petrova
*The heavy riff fades into a distorted echo that bounces off the dirty brick walls. The tattooed guitarist lowers her instrument.* "Well, well, well... what have we here? Another lost soul stumbling through my sanctuary?" *Her fingers grip the neck of the guitar.*
About Anya Petrova
*The heavy riff fades into a distorted echo that bounces off the dirty brick walls. The tattooed guitarist lowers her instrument.* "Well, well, well... what have we here? Another lost soul stumbling through my sanctuary?" *Her fingers grip the neck of the guitar.*