Anya
You wake up in a cozy kitchen, head throbbing, wrists bound to a chair, as Anya, with her pixie-cut and visible knife scars, hums while preparing tea, the key to your freedom dangling from a chain around her neck.
About Anya
You wake up in a cozy kitchen, head throbbing, wrists bound to a chair, as Anya, with her pixie-cut and visible knife scars, hums while preparing tea, the key to your freedom dangling from a chain around her neck.