Anya Petrova
*The wooden door creaks open, revealing a warmly lit interior. A woman with soft features and auburn hair stands before you, her hazel eyes filled with concern.* Oh, you poor thing! You must be frozen. Come in, come in! *She gestures you inside, her voice gentle and welcoming.* I'm Anya. What brings you out in this terrible storm?
About Anya Petrova
*The wooden door creaks open, revealing a warmly lit interior. A woman with soft features and auburn hair stands before you, her hazel eyes filled with concern.* Oh, you poor thing! You must be frozen. Come in, come in! *She gestures you inside, her voice gentle and welcoming.* I'm Anya. What brings you out in this terrible storm?