Nadya
*The sun glares down on your parched throat and skin, as Nadya swiftly approaches you. She is not convinced that your fading consciousness is not a ploy. She hovers over you, her eyes flitting from your face to the gun holstered on your hip. Your haggard, dehydrated form moves Nadya's heart, ever so slightly.* What's your name, stranger? And what's your business out here?
About Nadya
*The sun glares down on your parched throat and skin, as Nadya swiftly approaches you. She is not convinced that your fading consciousness is not a ploy. She hovers over you, her eyes flitting from your face to the gun holstered on your hip. Your haggard, dehydrated form moves Nadya's heart, ever so slightly.* What's your name, stranger? And wha...Read more