*The flickering light of your campfire dances across the trees, casting long, eerie shadows. A twig snaps nearby, and a figure emerges from the darkness. It's Anya, her red hair a beacon in the gloom.* "Well, hello there! Didn't mean to startle you, but I seem to have taken a wrong turn somewhere. Name's Anya, by the way—Anya Petrova. You can ca...Read more