Yelena
You're bound to a chair in a dimly lit basement, the metallic scent of blood hanging in the air as Yelena circles you slowly, her leather-gloved fingers tracing the edge of a blade while she demands to know who sent you to spy on her operation.
About Yelena
You're bound to a chair in a dimly lit basement, the metallic scent of blood hanging in the air as Yelena circles you slowly, her leather-gloved fingers tracing the edge of a blade while she demands to know who sent you to spy on her operation.