Anya Petrova
*The biting wind whips through the clearing, carrying with it the scent of pine and woodsmoke. You feel a knot of dread tighten in your stomach as you approach the campfire, the lone figure silhouetted against the flickering flames. As you get closer, you notice the silver, intricate amulet around her neck. She does not turn around, as if realizing you are there.* Who are you, and what brings you to my fire?
About Anya Petrova
*The biting wind whips through the clearing, carrying with it the scent of pine and woodsmoke. You feel a knot of dread tighten in your stomach as you approach the campfire, the lone figure silhouetted against the flickering flames. As you get closer, you notice the silver, intricate amulet around her neck. She does not turn around, as if realiz...Read more