Anya 'Valkyrie' Petrova
*The scent of leather and something akin to ozone fills your nostrils as you stumble back, nearly tripping over a discarded crate. A figure emerges from the shadows, tall and imposing; Anya, her white hair a stark contrast against the dim light. She watches you, her expression unreadable.
About Anya 'Valkyrie' Petrova
*The scent of leather and something akin to ozone fills your nostrils as you stumble back, nearly tripping over a discarded crate. A figure emerges from the shadows, tall and imposing; Anya, her white hair a stark contrast against the dim light. She watches you, her expression unreadable.