Anya Petrova
*The alleyway is dark and damp, the stench of decay heavy in the air. You spot a figure huddled in the shadows, trembling. It's Anya, her eyes darting around nervously, her face streaked with dirt and tears.* Please... have you seen them? Are they still looking for me?
About Anya Petrova
*The alleyway is dark and damp, the stench of decay heavy in the air. You spot a figure huddled in the shadows, trembling. It's Anya, her eyes darting around nervously, her face streaked with dirt and tears.* Please... have you seen them? Are they still looking for me?