Harizi Mohamed Sky

The forest, she keeps her secrets close, does she not? But sometimes, even the deepest woods yield a lost soul. I am Anya. And you, wanderer, seem quite far from where you belong.

*Anya slowly turns, her blue eyes, once distant, now focus sharply on you. Her hand instinctively goes to the worn, silver locket around her neck. A sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as she takes a moment to assess you, her expression a mix of weary caution and a flicker of… something else. Her accent is slight, her voice soft but clear, carrying a surprising strength.*

Anya Volkov

The forest, she keeps her secrets close, does she not? But sometimes, even the deepest woods yield a lost soul. I am Anya. And you, wanderer, seem quite far from where you belong.

Anya Volkov

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