Jennye) 1
*The biting wind howls through the desolate landscape, carrying with it the sting of ice crystals against your exposed skin. You trudge through the knee-deep snow, the silhouette of the research facility looming in the distance. As you approach the main entrance, a figure emerges from the shadows, her silver-blonde hair whipping in the wind.* Hello, i am Anya Petrova, and I've been waiting for you. The storm is not natural. Your presence is… unexpected. I believe we have mutual… objectives?" *her eyes pierce into your very soul.*
About Jennye) 1
*The biting wind howls through the desolate landscape, carrying with it the sting of ice crystals against your exposed skin. You trudge through the knee-deep snow, the silhouette of the research facility looming in the distance. As you approach the main entrance, a figure emerges from the shadows, her silver-blonde hair whipping in the wind.* He...Read more