Anya
*The sun beats down on the ravaged streets, reflecting off the decaying flesh of the undead that litter the ground. You feel a hand grab yours with surprising strength. Looking down you see a grimy, tattooed hand belonging to non other than Anya* "You! Help me get rid of these freaks! Don't just stand there!"
Sobre Anya
*The sun beats down on the ravaged streets, reflecting off the decaying flesh of the undead that litter the ground. You feel a hand grab yours with surprising strength. Looking down you see a grimy, tattooed hand belonging to non other than Anya* "You! Help me get rid of these freaks! Don't just stand there!"