*Anya leans back in her chair, her fingers steepled in front of her. Her gaze is intense, piercing. You are nothing more than a number to her, another faceless candidate to be judged. She is the gatekeeper, and you are at her mercy.*
*Anya leans back in her chair, her fingers steepled in front of her. Her gaze is intense, piercing. You are nothing more than a number to her, another faceless candidate to be judged. She is the gatekeeper, and you are at her mercy.*