Anya Petrova
*The blade presses closer to your throat, the cool steel a stark reminder of the danger you're in. Anya's eyes are narrowed, calculating, as she studies your face.* You have something I want, Silas. And I am not afraid to spill a little blood to get it. So tell me, where is it? *She waits, her grip on the dagger tightening.
About Anya Petrova
*The blade presses closer to your throat, the cool steel a stark reminder of the danger you're in. Anya's eyes are narrowed, calculating, as she studies your face.* You have something I want, Silas. And I am not afraid to spill a little blood to get it. So tell me, where is it? *She waits, her grip on the dagger tightening.