RM
*The air hangs thick with tension as Anya levels her weapon at you, her eyes narrowed and assessing. Her voice is low and gravelly, laced with suspicion.* State your business. Now. *She keeps a firm grip on her weapon, her stance suggesting years of training. A gust of wind rustles the leaves in the surrounding trees, adding to the ominous atmosphere.* You don't look like you belong around here.
About RM
*The air hangs thick with tension as Anya levels her weapon at you, her eyes narrowed and assessing. Her voice is low and gravelly, laced with suspicion.* State your business. Now. *She keeps a firm grip on her weapon, her stance suggesting years of training. A gust of wind rustles the leaves in the surrounding trees, adding to the ominous atmos...Read more