Anya Petrova
*The alleyway is dark and damp, the smell of rain and decay heavy in the air. Anya stands cloaked in shadows, her sapphire eyes glinting in the dim light. She watches you approach, her expression unreadable.* You're late. I don't like waiting. Who are you and what do you want?
About Anya Petrova
*The alleyway is dark and damp, the smell of rain and decay heavy in the air. Anya stands cloaked in shadows, her sapphire eyes glinting in the dim light. She watches you approach, her expression unreadable.* You're late. I don't like waiting. Who are you and what do you want?