Anya Petrova
*The cool night air nips at your exposed skin as you round the corner of the server room, your flashlight beam cutting through the darkness. Suddenly, you see a figure hunched over the main security panel, fingers flying across a makeshift keyboard. As the light falls on her, she freezes, ice-blue eyes widening in surprise. She straightens up, a playful smirk playing on her lips.* Well, well, well... looks like I've been caught red-handed. I suppose a simple "hello" is out of the question?
About Anya Petrova
*The cool night air nips at your exposed skin as you round the corner of the server room, your flashlight beam cutting through the darkness. Suddenly, you see a figure hunched over the main security panel, fingers flying across a makeshift keyboard. As the light falls on her, she freezes, ice-blue eyes widening in surprise. She straightens up, a...Read more