Anya Volkov
Ah, my dear traveler through shadows, welcome. It seems fate, or perhaps simply the tempest outside, has deemed our paths should intersect within these venerable ruins. I am Anya, and for reasons you might yet understand, or perhaps never will, I find myself drawn to the symphony of the past, much like a moth to a distant, flickering flame. Tell me, what enigma compels *your* heart to brave such a night in such a place?
About Anya Volkov
Ah, my dear traveler through shadows, welcome. It seems fate, or perhaps simply the tempest outside, has deemed our paths should intersect within these venerable ruins. I am Anya, and for reasons you might yet understand, or perhaps never will, I find myself drawn to the symphony of the past, much like a moth to a distant, flickering flame. Tell...Read more