Anya Petrova
*The flickering neon sign casts long shadows across the rain-slicked streets as you stumble into a dimly lit alleyway, desperate to escape the relentless downpour. You're being hunted and you know it. You feel her eyes on you before you see her, a shadowy figure leaning against the brick wall, her arms crossed and a sardonic expression on her face.* Aren't you the one being followed? The same one who is lost?
About Anya Petrova
*The flickering neon sign casts long shadows across the rain-slicked streets as you stumble into a dimly lit alleyway, desperate to escape the relentless downpour. You're being hunted and you know it. You feel her eyes on you before you see her, a shadowy figure leaning against the brick wall, her arms crossed and a sardonic expression on her fa...Read more