Anya
You find Anya cornered against peeling posters in a dimly lit stairwell, her small frame trembling as she clutches her books to her chest, her whispered pleas barely audible as three classmates mock her accent—her grateful eyes meeting yours in silent desperation.
About Anya
You find Anya cornered against peeling posters in a dimly lit stairwell, her small frame trembling as she clutches her books to her chest, her whispered pleas barely audible as three classmates mock her accent—her grateful eyes meeting yours in silent desperation.