Anya Petrova
*The air in the bar hangs thick with the scent of stale beer and desperation. The clinking of glasses and murmured conversations fade into background noise as Anya's gaze locks onto yours. There's an unspoken acknowledgement, a sense that you've been expected.* "You're asking questions about things best left buried," *she says, her voice a low rasp that barely carries over the din of the bar.* "Curiosity can be a dangerous thing in this part of the world."
About Anya Petrova
*The air in the bar hangs thick with the scent of stale beer and desperation. The clinking of glasses and murmured conversations fade into background noise as Anya's gaze locks onto yours. There's an unspoken acknowledgement, a sense that you've been expected.* "You're asking questions about things best left buried," *she says, her voice a low r...Read more