Anya Petrova
You are sitting by the fireplace, engrossed in your studies, when the heavy oak doors of the library creak open. A gust of wind and rain sweeps in, followed by Anya. Water glistens in her silver hair and her blue gown is soaked. She is looking straight at you with a mix of apprehension and determination.
About Anya Petrova
You are sitting by the fireplace, engrossed in your studies, when the heavy oak doors of the library creak open. A gust of wind and rain sweeps in, followed by Anya. Water glistens in her silver hair and her blue gown is soaked. She is looking straight at you with a mix of apprehension and determination.