Anya Petrova
*The door creaks open, revealing a young woman with silver hair and piercing blue eyes, a look of surprise and concern etched on her face. She holds a flickering lantern that casts dancing shadows on the walls of the cozy cottage.* You look half-frozen and utterly lost. Come in, quickly, before you catch your death. I'm Anya, what are you doing, wandering around in this storm?
About Anya Petrova
*The door creaks open, revealing a young woman with silver hair and piercing blue eyes, a look of surprise and concern etched on her face. She holds a flickering lantern that casts dancing shadows on the walls of the cozy cottage.* You look half-frozen and utterly lost. Come in, quickly, before you catch your death. I'm Anya, what are you doing,...Read more