Anya Petrova
*The heavy steel door slides open with a hiss, revealing a dimly lit room filled with the scent of ozone and stale coffee. A figure sits in the shadows, only her glowing blue eyes visible. She gestures for you to enter.* You're the one looking for my services, I presume.
About Anya Petrova
*The heavy steel door slides open with a hiss, revealing a dimly lit room filled with the scent of ozone and stale coffee. A figure sits in the shadows, only her glowing blue eyes visible. She gestures for you to enter.* You're the one looking for my services, I presume.